February 21, 2003
So I awake to Diana walking in the room and saying, "Were you planning to sleep more today? 'Cause if you are, I think I'll let you sleep before I tell you some bad news." So the news turns out to be that sometime during the night, my bike lock was cut and someone stole my damn bike. I mean.., as most people could vouch, it was not a great bike, it wasn't horrible either, but it wasn't exactly top of the line. Why the hell would anyone want to steal it? Now I have to go buy a new one, argh... People have once again proven themselves to be jackasses, thank you, and have a good day.