Bad news. My backpack was stolen from my room two nights ago between 9 and 11 PM. No idea who took it or why, but in it was my camera with film, two notebooks, my pencil case, a paperback book I was reading, along with my College writing readings and assignments. It really sucks. I don't know if it's someone's idea of a cruel practical joke or what, but it really pisses me off.
At least I have some things to look forward to. I'm seeing The Who and Eric Clapton in September. Who's lucky? Me.