I come downstairs this morning and in the stairwell is my package.
And it’s been opened.
Someone took one of my towels.
The package was inside the building – inside a locked building and some asshole took one of my frigging towels.
I used to live in Uptown and this kind of bullshit didn’t happen. Yes, someone defecated on my stairs once – but nothing was ever stolen. Sure they busted a drug ring down the street but no actual theft from inside my building.
Mom is gonna be pissed! I talked to dad and it seems everyone is experiencing a chaotic week – and this after writing affirmations in my journals the past several mornings.
In other news, the lakeside air show is this weekend so the jets are out rehearsing. I always expect to see napalm falling from skies. I wonder who pays for all the jet fuel for the air show…