With the exception of my uber-careful mother and BFF, I’m the most particular person I know when it comes to taking care of personal belongings. Not an item gets misplaced and I could direct you to a book/CD/tee shirt with my eyes closed. Among other things, I’m called Madame Paranoid. So it’s a particularly sadistic joke life plays on you when the same phone gets stolen twice. From a relatively safe space, from among invitees at a party. I’m not angry, just disheartened. Methinks I’ll crawl into bed and sleep away the events of the day.
And Jeremy the Crow, he’ll caw tomorrow. Right now, he’ll just have to deal with being ignored. As will the rest of the world. Good night.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
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