i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
10:42 AM: but the heart of a star who is afraid and scared is better by far than no heart at all
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trixie was broken into again last night. this is the second time. this is not a fluke.
taken: * the first aid kit in the glove compartment, which contained the small first aid kit philip got for me for burning man * the flashlight sven replaced for me for xmas * $5 in quarters in the ashtray (but not the firewire charging widget right below it) * the drawstring bag for my sunglasses (but not the sunglasses... the policeman thinks they used the bag to carry the quarters) * the portable jumpstarter sven got me for xmas
total: about $85 of things to replace. but they left me a rusty screwdriver. that was nice of them.
i called the police to file a report: apparently an officer has to come talk to you directly. it took 3.5 hours for phil to show up, and he didn't even want the rusty screwdriver. so i have a card and will have a police report in a couple of days, but not much else.
so i'm having a really bad week. last night michael & i went to dinner & then powell's, and we were supposed to see a movie but i got so sick at powell's i had to go home instead. i almost slept in the studio, i was so sick. add in all the tech difficulties and i cried so hard this morning i saw stars. and then amelia chose that moment to step in a pile of her own crap and trail it across the house.
$1 and a dozen cookies to the first person who gets the reference in the title.