swatkat | (no subject)

I lost my purse (and the Very Important Things in it) in a library and spent an evening running about and investigating, and then, finally, in the police station, filing a missing complaint so that I can apply afresh for a variety of things. Watching the policemen at work was a little like watching Sergeant Colon at work: it's not that they don't try to help - it's just that they're not very good at it.

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The night before G. and I had gone out to buy A's birthday cake (chocolate - awesome). We ran into a black man dressed head to toe in Rastafarian gear, Bob Marley on his t-shirt and on the multicoloured beret he was wearing. He was talking on the phone and had along with him, on a red leash, a pretty (mostly) black rabbit. A RABBIT.

I may have stared. The rabbit was very cute, and completely comfortable in spite of being in a crowded public place.

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I figured out how to use bluetooth on my laptop last night. After two years.

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The trick is to know where to go, and stick to it forever.

I am dubious.

And sorry about your purse! Which is what I meant to say before I was distracted by cake.

I usually am, too, but there are places. We collected data from a variety of different sources before coming to a conclusion about this one.

And, yeah. Stupid purse. I should not be allowed to handle Important Things like money and ATM cards.