Po-Po

I filed a police report yesterday. Bizarre, really.

It was fine, not stressful or degrading. Not that it should be.

And thankfully, my friends Jenny and Blair were there. And we had a lovely dinner afterwards.

I think my last post was too dramatic, but I know I tend towards the hyperbolic, so it's just me being me.

Not having money mostly sucks, but there's some oddly freeing quality to it. I don't know, it's like I don't have to care or feel responsible for it or feel burdened by it.

On the up and up, I may be able to recover all of the money taken. Well, not recover so much as be reimbursed. Which is nice. I realized that I actually worked for that money, and to have 15 hours of my life taken sucks, so to be given it back would be more than I could hope.

I'm generally good. Hungry all the time mostly. Growth spurt? Probably not. But wouldn't it be nice?