My car stereo was stolen last night. Boy, ain't that just great.
I'm surprisingly less upset about it than I would expect - partially, I guess, because there isn't much getting upset would fix at this point. Actually, I'm more pissed that some thug mistreated my car (pulled the front panel off to get the stereo, and I'm guessing they didn't do it delicately) than I am about the radio being gone. They also took a bag of cables, some Famicom stuff, and a few other odds and ends. I think that bag was in the trunk, but the two sets of Samba de Amigo controllers went untouched (which would have gotten them more money than the cables.. stupid robbers!).
Maybe this is America's one last attempt at letting me know it doesn't want me back. *hehe*
