I've got about 10 drafts of posts that I have started but never finished. I started this one about a week ago when my apartment was broken into.
July 28th
I don't know why I'm not more upset.
Maybe it's because I got to see 2 cops walk into my apartment with their guns drawn.
"Omaha police! Announce yourself!"
That really was kinda cool.
Sometime yesterday between 9am and 3pm, my apartment was broken into. The burglars walked away with my computer, all of my DVDs, my change jar and some jewelry.
That's as far as I got before I decided that I really didn't want to think about it. The whole situation has been a complete pain in the ass.
Aside from having my sense of security taken away from me and my stuff being gone, the whole business with canceling bank accounts has been crap. Imagine having to actually go to the bank during regular banking hours to access your money!!!
Heh. The whole thing sucks, but it's more inconvenient than anything.
The first couple of nights that I spent in the apartment after the break in, I couldn't sleep until I put a chair under the door and pushed my dining room table against it. Then I graduated to just the chair under the door. I still have to have the chair under the door, but last night I actually slept in pajamas. I was sleeping in my clothes, just in case. In case of what, I have no idea.
I'm also sleeping on the couch, with a lot of lights on. I'm not sure why, but the living room feels safer than my bedroom.
Basically, I'm a mess.
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