O Life, you've humbled me once again.

Perspective, people--perspective. I awake this morn to a soft Spanish breeze coming in through the open windows and the sun lighting the room. Having three days off in front of me, I am in no rush. I lay around for a few hours, drifting in and out of sleep and having a horrible dream that a huge bee's net (Mark, standing in the driveway, called it a honeycomb) landed in the front garden. Mommy said that an animal had knocked it down the night before, and now all of these horrible creatures were swarming and following me into the house, wherein I was unable to close and lock the front door, and once I did, there were several between it and the front door. I wrote on the (white, for some reason) side of the door inside the house 'SAINTWOOD,' which someone turned into 'SLANTWOOD' as it relocated to the wall behind the door by the stairs, which makes me think that I wrote it originally 'SIANTWOOD.' I, of course, digress.

After checking some e-mail and becoming horribly, horribly distracted on Wikipedia (Inshallah, Arabic influence on the Spanish language, Hashshashin, Marco Polo, Uzbekistan, William of Rubruk, Friar Julian, United States, list of countries by military expenditures...) (this is why I shouldn't be allowed to use the internet sometimes, or why Ryan deserves about 3258723049238 gold stars for being patient with me whilst I am) I noticed that I needed to be charging my computer. It's charge rating as of late has been sad face =(. I researched a bit (read: checked Apple forums), and to the best of my knowledge, besides being almost two years old, I think that when my computer overheated the other day, it fried some chip in the battery that regulates something or other, and now it won't charge over 80% and loses its charge quite quickly. Hopefully I'll just be able to have my battery replaced when I get home, but we'll see...

Either way, I was quite angry when I went to charge my computer, only to find that not only is my magsafe and little outlet connector gone, but also is my extension connector, my US little outlet connector, and my EU adapter.

I love waking up to find my stuff gone, when no one asked.

After huffing and puffing a bit, I decided to wash my face. It takes a lot for me to get angry normally, but sometimes little things get this red-haired Irish temper infuriated, especially when they're not the first occurrence of such things. After throwing on something a little more respectable than pyjamas, I marched upstairs and knocked politely, waiting to be received.

As it turns out, the roommate of the other girl with a Mac (who lost her charger) was up last night talking with her father making arrangements around a horrible family tragedy that occurred. She was pretty much set now, so there were some hugs and a baffled Meaghan before we grabbed the magsafe with the little outlet connector and the longer one. I was about three paces away before I thought to ask for my US connector and adapter, but I could hear sobbing from within the room with the door that had just closed, and I couldn't knock again to ask for something so insignificant. I'll get it another time.

Honestly, she can have my charger for all I care at this point. It still can't bring people back from the dead.

And I was upset that someone had been using my stuff when I didn't even need it.