What it feels like to get robbed.

The cats, who don't exactly see eye to eye, were sitting near each other, looking up expectantly rather than sleeping when I came in from an 11 hour shift at the Alamo on Saturday night. This was A. B was that my laptop was missing from its usual place on my coffeetable. C, the sliding glass door was open about six inches. Whirling around to my bedroom, sure enough--the cash from my last two nights of non-stop Grindhouse table-waiting action was gone from its hidey hole, which isn't too terribly hidey, it seems. I think I called Adam first, asking if perhaps he was playing some weird practical joke on me a week late, but I knew we had been robbed. Probably someone who had been in our house before, at a party maybe, friend of a friend, or someone who knew I was a waittress and would have cash in the house. Jerry's Ipod and Xbox were also taken.

I've been lucky throughout the years--nearly all my friends have had their cars broken into, a few had the whole damn thing stolen. I rarely lock my cars doors. I'm a trusting and somewhat irresponsible person, what do you want me to say? But the relatedness of this story to class is what I went through today to get set up with a new computer. Encompassing various themes discussed so far like technology, rules of communication, ownership, learning, structure, etc, I've haven't felt as dumb as I did today in a long time. Between my special man friend and the poor computer store dude (whom I know on a personal basis now, as this is my third trip to Discount Electronics in the past year, seeing as how my first laptop broke when it was dropped and the second was stolen) and various other formal and informal tech support personnel, I just couldn't speak the damn language. I was familiar with various techy words such as "driver," "networking," "product key," etc, but because I don't understand the underlying structure of the internet, Windows, or anything else, these words don't mean anything. It's like saying "purple" is "monkey." I felt like I was two years old, which is weird because I don't think that two year olds are aware of their two-year-oldness. I know I could learn, but I really don't want to. Seems like there's always a computer nerd around, God blessum.

I need a vacation.

Luckily I have great friends, who let me stay at their place because I don't want to stay at the house, and who bring by a nice bottle of wine or gives me a hug to let me know they feel for me. I don't want to make it sound like my baby died or something, it's just stuff. But knowing that a creepy person was in my house, in my room, saw my pictures, saw my clothes and touched my stuff, that's just a bad, creepy feeling.

Hope everyone had a better Easter than I did.