I left Starbucks and went to the gym and got home to find my bag was stolen from my car.
I am crushed.
My little MacBaby was in the bag. With everything personal and important to me on it. With all my photos and layouts and thoughts and stored passwords and software and websites and letters and resumes and everything.
I really hope that whoever took it is the type that just likes to wipe the memory clean and sell it on ebay. Not the type who wants to poke around and learn about me. Because then I would feel even more violated than I already do.
I canceled my credit cards and changed as many passwords as I can think of.
I called the police and reported it.
Now I just want to rebuild.
If I know you and you have photos, yours or ones I once gave you, please send them to me.
Let me know if I am forgetting to do things.
I can think of a few pretty good curse words right now, so I should stop typing.
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