so, someone stole my belt. this seems to be no big deal to the average onlooker, but it is, apparently, a huge deal. it serves as a symbol of the grand rape that is my life right now. of course, there are no replacement belts to be found (aka no solutions to my fucked up life in sight), so it will be days before i can get on the right track. you know, when it rains, it pours. the sharks have smelled blood and are moving in for the kill. stay tuned for the thick of the plot.