Did you ever want something but you knew it was too expensive and not really a necessity to justify buying it, but you went ahead and bought it anyway? I rarely do this, but I did it last year when I bought a GPS for my car for about $500 after purchasing all the accessories. I love my GPS. I travel a lot so it always comes in handy finding my destinations and pointing out good places to sip a brew when you're done working for the day. I named it Maggie; short for Magellan, the manufacturer of my GPS.

Well, today I came out of my hotel to find the window of my rental car smashed and my GPS gone. Accessories and all. Somewhere out there Maggie is in the hands of someone who will never appreciate her as much as I do. She's probably cold and frightened in some pawn shop. We had some good times did Maggie and I. She boldly took me places I had never been. She did things to me no woman had ever done...give me good directions. Sure she wasn't always 100% right, but she always got me home and welcomed me with a perky "You have arrived."

Also taken was a pair of prescription sun glasses. They won't be any use to the perpetrator unless he has estigmatism worse than Joe Paterno. So I guess the joke's on you in that regard, douchebag. I hope you put them on and the sunlight focuses through them and burns your retina with the heat of a thousand suns. I hope you put them on and hurt your eyes so bad you get eye cancer. And I hope you go to the doctor and he cuts your eyes out. Rot in hell, scumbag.

Anyway. I filed a police report and called the rental car company. The lady on the other line somewhere over in Pakistan told me to drive it back to the rental location I got it from. Hello, lady! It's twenty friggin degrees outside! My window was smashed in. There's broken glass all over the place. I'm not driving that thing 20 miles back up I-95 to exchange it. So I suggest you get a car down here for me right quick! Needless to say I sat in the hotel lobby for three hours waiting for them to bring me a new car to drive.

I finally got to work around 11 AM, and I was almost immediately told one of my best friends who I've worked with for ten years smashed the hand of one of my other best friends in a forklift accident. He was in the hospital all night having reconstructive surgery on his injured hand. At this point I'm thinking can this day get any worse?

Then around noon it started snowing. And over the next three hours we got about five inches of snow. We finally decide to wrap up for the day and I go out to my new rental car to discover they didn't leave me any kind of snow brush or scraper. So there I was brushing off five inches of snow with my bare hands.

After the one hour drive that normally takes twenty minutes I have finally arrived back in my hotel room where I am trapped in Rhode Island. My flight home tomorrow isn't looking good at this point. Hopefully this will clear out and I'll be ok, but the way this trip is going I kind of doubt it.

I don't feel much like blogging right now, but I'll try to get something out later tonight. No promises though. I may just go to the Outback Steakhouse across the street and drown my sorrows. Maybe you'll get one of those pouring-out-my-soul drunk posts. Who knows. And right now who cares? This day sucks.