So I got robbed yesterday. Somebody broke into my apartment, door kicking and all.
I live in the most random place for this to happen.
When I got home, I was tired and just took a nap. When I woke up I went to get my laptop and it wasn't where it always is. I started berating myself for being so absent-minded and right then there was a knock at my door. A police officer. This is when I noticed other things gone, my camera, my emergency cash.
My guitar must have been too big, thankfully, and my theremin too puzzling.
I can't believe my laptop is gone. I can't believe all its words are off somewhere else. I can't believe somebody kicked in my door just to take my things. I can't believe someone else was there. I found myself getting angry at my cat for not acting more freaked out. I was terrified all last night, heart pounding when I got up to go to the bathroom.
Today my landlord and maintenance man are reinforcing all the doors.
I wish they could give me my safety back. I wish they could give me my computer back.
I don't know which one I want more.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
hope everybody is enjoying the humidity, which has been sponsoring some rockin' hair over this way.
So I've decided that I want to put together a lit journal/thing/endeavor of some kind--at least for a single issue--and it'd be more fun to have a partner in crime. I don't think it'll be too time-consuming and I'm very open-minded about it; it'd just be nice to have someone whose tastes complement mine and vice versa.
If you'd be interested in getting involved, send me an email: erinlyndalmartin at gmail.com .