Today I found out that my PSP was stolen and it kinda dampens my mood. I lose things regularly, a couple of handheld consoles included, but it’s different from having it stolen. The former is my fault, the latter is evil at work. I hope bad things happen to the thieves.
(And please, spare me the you-would-have-misplaced-it-eventually-anyway jokes. It’s not funny knowing that people unlawfully broke into my sister’s house and steal things that are not theirs, no matter how small or insignificant those things could be to other people. She’s already traumatised enough; thievery is not okay and making jokes about it is not okay too.)
The PSP was a gift, and one that I will miss very dearly.