Last night, I lay in bed with my heart racing–didn’t get much sleep. My mind raced in time with my heart, thoughts whirled and tormented me. It’s safe to say last night riddled me with anxiety. (Either that, or I was having a heart attack.) I think I can pinpoint my anxiety….

My roommate’s mother had her purse stolen. IN HER OWN LIVING ROOM. AT NIGHT. Someone crept into her house while she was sleeping JUST to steal her purse. Oh, they also grabbed a CD Player from her car. They didn’t grab the practically new TV, they didn’t rummage through the house. Thank god she’s safe. At least whoever did that left her alone.

Saunya’s mother has very little in the way of income–she’s paying for a mortgage and utilities all by herself. She had no money or credit cards in her purse, and only a few checks. And going into her home, it’s obvious that she is poor, besides the TV. Who would be scummy enough to steal from a older woman who lives alone? Especially one who lives BENEATH the poverty line?

I’d like to give whoever did that a swift kick to the gonads….I am a firm supporter of the ‘nad kicker discipline system. It might prevent some of those nogoodniks from breeding.