The grand pitfalls of having a willful imagination

Came home yesterday, and as I jammed the key to my apartment into the lock and turned, I realized the door was not locked. Hadn't been locked all day probably.

I don't know how anyone else reacts to this sort of thing, but for me, it means going through each closet, curtained shower, and meager underbed storage space to make sure nobody is waiting there to pop out and get me. Now honestly, the entire time I did the apartment-sweep, I was thinking about how unlikely it was that anyone even knew the place was unlocked. Even more unlikely that they'd stay just to harass me when they could pick up my television, engagement ring, or any other number of valuables and just leave.

But there's no arguing with that squelching little portion of my brain that's seen too many horror movies and news stories, and is also a girl. This is NOT to say that girls are inherently paranoid or wimpy or ANYTHING of the sort. I just think alot of us get raised to be convinced, on some level, that people are continually out to get us. And I have run in to very intelligent men who just don't get that. ooh, and this is a subject I could go on waaaay too long about.

In general, life is good. Thanks to Sharon, I have a wireless card in my laptop and can now check e-mail and chat and do other fun non-work related things at work. Good and bad. I'm amazed that my laptop (circa 1999) is still working without huge problems, aside from the fact the monitor adapter doesn't recognize whatever videocard I'm running on, and so I get to view everything in 16 colors total, and the resolution is all borked. It's probably time to get a new laptop, which is fun shopping--although admittedly I don't know nearly as much as I'd like to about computer shopping. I've been a little, errr, reliant on others for just about as long as I can remember when it comes to computer buying. But for now, I've got my eye on the Dell Inspiron 5150, which seems to be decent price and mixing business with pleasure happily. . . now if I could just locate MONEY. . . ahh, the eternal struggle.