When I was downstairs this afternoon, I noticed that my PS 2 was gone. "Oh well, one of my roomates , probably Beau, decided to move it and use it" No big deal. I asked my two roomates that were around. "No i don't know where it is" I'm sure I started to confuse myself, where did I last not put it.... As I was standing by teh door, I said to Zach, "Jeeze, the wind probably blow in this window by the door" (There's usually at least a couple of windows broken in our house, I wasn't quite surprised.) Zach came outside to look at the window and it was then that he noticed the concrete block which usually props the door open had been put through that window. "Oh shit we've been broken into..."

At the time, nothing else other than my PS2 was the casualty. When I went upstaris to Sasha's room to look for it I noticed an open drawer in his desk. (Sasha is away in Libya playing iwth a reggae band...) Yup, money had been stolen - but not his weed stash in the drawer next to it. Fuck.

I went to see my friend Jessica's band play this evening. I went with Andrea, Sasha's friend. I found out she's singel, so in a way that I didn't anticipate it sort of turned into a date.....

It was fun, and after coming home. I decided I would play a little of my Indians vs Yankees game (PS Portable). Can't find it. Gone. So hmmm, digital appliances...... Check for my digital camera. Gone. Hmmm i look down my bookshelf where the otehr broken digital camera is. Gone. Oh, yeah and my headphones are gone too.

What a day.