So I get off work early yesterday, like three and a half hours after Chantel left. As I'm walking up the stairs I was thinking about random shit. This time it was about what I'd do if the apartment was robbed. I don't know why—random thought. I wondered if I paid my insurance and stuff. When I went to open the door my heart dropped... it was not latched shut. I knew it. I don't know how I knew it before I even got out of the parking garage, I just knew it.

I was really anxious that the guy was still inside. The drawers had some stuff pulled out and my laptop was not on the loveseat where I left it. Not good. The window was left open (we need fresh air), and the screen was pushed inward. Sucks.

Blah blah blah, talked to the landlord, the super and the cops. Reviewed some surveillance footage and stuff. It was all good. The cops were really helpful relieving. I was totally fine about it. Sucks, because I didn't tell insurance about moving. I haven't had time to talk to them yet, but I doubt they're going to cover it. I miss my Powerbook. :(

I know it's stupid to leave the window open. But it seemed like such a hard place to sneak into, especially during the day. It would look shady as hell to get up in the backyard. Climbing fences, scaling walls.... but I guess it was done. Fucker.

It could have been much worse. I don't rely on that laptop for work as much anymore, so I'm okay without it for now. The camera he stole was my crappy one that was on the fritz anyway. It's not the things, it's that Chantel doesn't feel safe there anymore. I'm cool with it, I mean that guy is a pussy. He waited until nobody was home.

Try it again motherfucker... but this time come when I'm home.