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This is probably only going to be funny to exactly four other people in the universe*, but....






I'm seeing Saturday mornings in a whole new light now....

*EDIT: Let me qualify this statement:

"There are probably only four other people in the universe who will understand what's going through my head when I read this cartoon..."*

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So it looks like my purse is gone.

Last Monday I went to have lunch at Leona's up on Sheridan Rd (By Loyola) with atonal1 and splagxna. I was really excited to see Rae, who was back in Chicago briefly for training for her new job.

I had decided to grab my whole purse with me, instead of sticking my cell phone in my pocket.

After eating, we came straight back to my house (I'm pretty sure), where Lib, Rae and I sat around in the living room and chatted for a little while. When I came in, I went straight to the kitchen via the dining room to put away leftovers, and make tea for Rae. I don't remember if I had my purse then, or if I did, where I would have put it down.

I didn't go out at all the next two days. I was very sick, and didn't even pay attention to much else.

Tuesday night I was looking for my cell phone. I wanted to text message somebody. I couldn't find where I had put my purse. Since I was feeling crappy, I didn't look too hard, and went back to bed.

Wednesday afternoon, Libby came to take me to Walgreens to pick up some prescriptions. At that point I was starting to wonder hard where it might be. Libby and I checked her car, even peered under the seat to see if maybe it had gotten stuffed under there. Nothing.

I called Leona's. They said nothing had been turned in to lost and found. I called my cell phone. Dead battery.


I enlisted the help of my housemates to keep a sharp eye open.

Nothing.

Every Saturday morning, my palm pilot beeps at ten minutes to ten to make sure I'm awake for our weekly community meeting. If you don't turn it off it then beeps every five minutes for, like, thirty minutes. I figured at that point we would either hear my purse beeping and find it, or if it was still sitting around hidden in Leona's it might alert somebody to its existence.

Yesterday we heard nothing.

I just called Leona's back to double check. Nothing, although I left my name and phone number this time. I had to have left it there. And then some fuckhead decided they liked the contents of it, and took it home.

What was the contents of my purse?

- cell phone
- palm pilot
- iPod
- wallet with state ID (no money or credit cards, like I have any)
- passport
- favorite sunglasses

Plus, the purse itself was one my mother bought for me when we were in Bethlehem two years ago. Handmade. Purchased from a women's co-op in a refugee camp. Very important to me.

It is gone.


I am so angry, and disappointed. How could I be so stupid as to just leave it somewhere? Why do I feel the need to carry all that shit around with me to begin with? Why are some people such assholes they can't just do the right fucking thing and turn in something they found?

And the contents. I can't replace them without significant cost, which obviously I don't have. At least my iPod and PDA were backed up on my laptop so I haven't lost all that information. But the items themselves... it was as if the last of anything I have is now gone. Irretreivable. And at this point I don't have any photo identification left- it will be hard to get a new driver's license or state ID without it.

Haven't I lost enough in the last year? Why this? What great karmic infraction have I committed? Do the Powers That Be want to come into my bedroom and take my laptop and my clothes? Instead, why couldn't they take my fucking viola. Its not like I can ever use it anyway.


This is striking me very heavily. I don't know why. But I've had enough.


Enough.




If there was any doubt before that I am a stupid and pathetic loser, this should clinch it.