One of my worst nightmares just came true – my laptop, my work life, my school life, jeez I suppose my entire life – was stolen out of my bag tonight while I was having a lovely meal at a neighborhood restaurant. What baffles me is that I never saw a thing, I never felt the presence of that criminal hand that reached below my feet to sift through my bag. I was too distracted by a book I just purchased, and I never thought I would ever say that I am pissed as all hell those words completely consumed my mind. I don't even want to finish the book now, it is too upsetting. At first glance, once I reached for my wallet to pay my bill, I sensed something was wrong, my umbrella laying at my feet and the unusual lightness of the bag as I lifted it. It took a moment or two to realize whether or not I was completely insane and that perhaps I had just 'left' the fucking thing somewhere. I knew that was impossible and my deepest fear turned into a reality once I saw some of my paperwork laying on the table behind me. I wish I would have seen then man, (two waiters did see him) because I would be out on the streets right now with club in hand, ready to take back what it rightfully mine – but instead I will just sit alone with my tears, wondering how on earth I will replace the dozens of hours put into projects (that yes, I did not back up properly, and I know this is my own damned fault so please, don't even mention it) and catch up on over two months of work that I was already failing to keep up with. I hope to be back in the digital realm by tomorrow's end, I am forced to replace the equipment of course, please send money.