I was at the club having a good time.

I drank a Red Bull, and combined with the hyperactivity inspired by working out earlier today, I danced my rear end off.

During this, some retarded excuse for a mammal with an opposable thumb broke into my ’93 Lumina, tore off the dash, yanked out a FOUR-YEAR-OLD CD PLAYER that SKIPS every time I drive over a railroad track. Then, they upended and seemingly TOOK my backpack. They emptied it of all its contents, apparently.

What they probably found out later is that they got an inexpensive Advantix Camera, CoreComm‘s Palm III (that’s right, folks, it’s that old), a bag of ten-sided dice, a pen, post cards written to my friends, some stamps, and a smooth rock. Oh, they also got Ani’s dead Discman and headphones.

The most damage is in the radio and the dash.

Anybody want to help me buy a new stereo and help me install it myself? There might be some wiring that needs to be fixed in the car, but I’ll pay you to help me out. :)

Tomorrow I get to put a trash bag over the broken window. It’ll be hard to notice. To a blind leper.

I got my car out of the shop less than three weeks ago.