So on Monday I lost my laptop. Or rather it was stolen. Basically, while Beth and I were at Union Station in Toronto, waiting for my train to come in, someone walked off with my backpack (and the laptop inside). We were very much distracted by the episode of SGA we were watching on her computer at the time, and never noticed anything was amiss until we got up to go and discovered said backpack had vanished.

Even then it took a while for the fact of it to sink in. We must have searched the station three times over at least, in hopes that I'd dropped it somewhere earlier on and had forgotten about it. We checked at the Lost and Found, VIA Baggage and with Station Security. Days after the fact, I still kept expecting it'd turn out that I'd just left it on the GO bus on the way in or on the platform or something, but it's been nearly a week now and still nothing's turned up, so I think I can be fairly certain that I've actually been the victim of an honest to god theft, and not just my own absent mindedness and poor memory.

Anyway, most of this week has been devoted to dealing with the aftermath of that. Honestly, the sheer number of phone calls, e-mails, and web forms I've had to make, send, and fill out since I got back has been staggering. And exhausting.

Also, the notebook in which I was doing my pseudo-NaNoWriMo game script was in the backpack. So I guess that's been called off too. As was one of Beth's cool T-shirts from Japan. If anyone knows a good place to order cool T-shirts from Japan, let me know. I'd like to find her a replacement.

Oh, and for the world at large, and chowriit in particular: I've switched over almost entirely to using the k.r.langer gmail address for all my correspondence. You can send stuff to my other addresses and I'll probably find it eventually (provided I still have access to it -- hotmail and warwick addresses are all dead), but gmail is preferred.