Last night someone broke into my car, smashed up the dashboard and made off with the radio, my very beautiful hiking boots and a couple of other things. Bastards. You cost me yet another day of police stations and telephone calls and pointless expense and wasted time... I'm tired of living like this. I'm tired of having a new reason to feel afraid shoved into my face each day. It was spring and beautiful and hot and I couldn't work and I couldn't go walking and my PC crashed on me losing a bunch of stuff I'd been too dumb to save yet, and all in all it would have been better to stay in bed... but E2 was interesting, traumas and all. Dangerous.