And then I cried.

Mary Beth would like to apologize in advance for the following post. She’s extremely sleep deprived and not a little retarded as a result.

Nearly had a heart attack today. I lost my purse between the coffee shop [which was called Beaner’s, I shit you not] and my folks’ house.

Trekked back to Beaner’s, but they didn’t have it. It wasn’t in Mandy’s car. It wasn’t, her husband said, at her apartment. Which means some coffee-drinking suburbanite stole it and all the valuables within, including — but not limited to — the iPod, the wallet, and the tres-important car keys.

So I cried and I cried. I hadn’t had food in the three hours previous and I was running on four hours of sleep and I thought I was going to be stuck in Ohio forever.

So I then made the forty-mile round trip back to Mandy’s to check her apartment again, and the Lord smiled down on me and returned my purse to me, and now I have to perform various good deeds because I promised the Virgin Mary and St. Jude I would. Good night.

November 26, 2004 | Filed Under blather