Yesterday I found out my car had been broken into the previous night. I can't get over the fact that I had my car parked on the street at Pioneer Square until almost 2AM on Sunday but it gets broken into in the supposely secure underground parking garage of my apartment complex.

The wave of emotions washing over me this past 12 hours has been interesting. The ones that have stuck so far are the sense of violation and the anger. I've learned the hard way to never leave anything important in my car thinking that because its in the trunk it'll be "safe" .

Bah, I need to get ready for work.