So much for moving to a city with a better crime rate. Not very long after my family moved into this house in the fall of 2003, we had a set of solar lights stolen from our front yard. In early 2004, we had some drunk guy attempt to get into the house early in the morning (after this failed, he decided to hang out in one of the chairs on the front porch). And last night, while I lay sleeping not thirty feet away, someone stole my car.

This was actually hightly amusing at first. I mean, anyone who would a steal 15-year-old, not-aging-well, oxidized paint and differently-colored driver's door car has to have exceptionally bad taste. I laughed as my dad called the police to report it stolen, as my mom drove me to work, and as I recounted the story to the secretary. I'm not sure exactly when the tables turned, but I have gone from being tickled to being really effing pissed. Where does someone get off thinking that their (insert bullshit reason here) outweighs my need to get to work, or the grocery store, or wherever it is I go?

As I wrote in an e-mail to a friend earlier: I lost a job in January, and my car in February; I'm afraid of what's going to happen in March! Of course, I haven't yet given up hope of them finding Betsy the SuperJeep. Certainly, she couldn't be returned in much worse condition than she already is. Heh. Luckily, I keep nothing of value in the car unless you count the gasoline in the tank. I had three-quarters of a tank, too, goshdarnit.

Happy things:

Had sushi with JH last night at this place in Antioch I haven't been to in almost two years. In fact, the first time I was there, I didn't even eat sushi yet. Anyway, it's now gorgeous on the inside and the food was so good. The yummiest thing had eel and was sprinkled with sesame seeds... mmm.

Funny, kinda: There were these two guys (I thought) a couple tables down, and the "guy" with "his" back to me kept turning around and giving me these weird looks. Whatever, I didn't care too much, and then awhile later, that "guy" moved over to sit next to the other dude... and the "guy" who kept glaring at me was a girl! I didn't realize it until I saw the boobs. I mean, she wasn't exactly butch; just not feminine looking. And as a not super-feminine girl myself, I think I'm allowed to say that. I'm just curious as to why she hated me; I sure wasn't checking out her man. I'm just sayin'.

There's a morning writer's club meeting tomorrow that I'm going to head up, with the usual lady out of town. The weather has been so lovely that I think, with the meeting place so nearby, and being carless (if not also careless), I'll walk over. I still have to write something, though. Oops.

Unless you have been living under a rock (lucky you), you also know that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. My plans: I have "First Snow" on DVD that I still have to watch, a cache of Lindt chocolate truffles, and I'm not afraid to use either of em.

It's a three-day weekend coming up! I'm looking forward to the sleep. With my boss out of town for the week, I don't have to go into work as early as I do, but I prefer that to going in and staying later. Oh, I wonder if there's going to be a "Law and Order" marathon on Monday? (Who am I kidding, there always is.) It's the one thing you can count on in this crazy world.