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Digital Mouse Trauma Saturday, Jul. 11, 2009 - 12:10 a.m. Yesterday, Dave and I went to the park to see the fireworks and get some shopping done. We got the shopping done, and found a nice place to stand to see the fireworks. I reached for my camera -- and it was gone. The new camera I just bought a couple of days before. Yayy! So we drove home trying not to panic, discovered that yes, it had indeed grown legs and vaporized from our universe, and then my FAVORITE thing in the WHOLE world -- I got to call my husband and tell him the brand new camera was gone. He asked what had happened, and I told him. And he said the same thing as before. It's just easier to write it off and get a replacement than it is to try and track down the various bullshits and paper trails. On the off chance somebody found it and did the right thing, I'm going to call Disney lost and found in the morning and see if a miracle has occurred. Keep your fingers crossed, kids! --- And for those out there who don't give a shit about stealing from others -- fuck you. Go away from my life forever and stay gone under any circumstances you can name. --- I'll let you know what develops, har dee har har. Have a good Saturday. ---
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