Officially overtly depressed.. kind of, definitely, yes.

It took 4 months and 18 days for one of the low life scum thieves to get their hands on my personal property and run away with my belongings. Yesterday, I had my camera stolen while I was sitting in an Internet cafe sending off a fax. It was securely tucked away in my jacket pocket.. Or so I thought.

It is a hopeless feeling. Especially after you just spent 4 days hiking the Inca Trail and Machu Picchu ruins, taking 100 pictures along the way.. 100 pictures that had yet to be backed up on CD or uploaded to my snapfish account. So, essentially, I have no pictorial evidence that I actually hiked the Inca Trail. At least I have Wendy as my alibi.

In all honesty, This is one of the most annoying things that has happened to me in my 25 years, which is a decent reminder that I have led a pretty charmed life. In the meantime, I look forward to getting intimately reacquainted with all 35mm of the disposable Kodak cameras.