A stream of thoughtsciousness
My name is Donovan Watts. I am the Founder of Getting Sites Built, a web design agency.. we plan, design and build websites. Donovan's thoughtStream is my weblog. For kicks, I hoop. 
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Thief, your deed has caused me untold grief 
Hi readers. A thief entered the house I was house-sitting for a friend in San Francisco last night. As I slept, the thief took my laptop, backpack, iPod, Pocket PC mobile phone, wallet, and faith in humanity. Save for me and my vehicles, Daisy and Niko, the entire Go! Team was wiped out in one fell swoop.
Bye Tin Machine. Bye dPod. Bye Sprocket. I'm going to miss you guys. And I'm especially going to miss all my year's of data; pix of Aimee and good friends and my first Burning Man. Videos of artformula hooping in the barn with such grace. My various outlines, containing my thoughts, dreams, ideas. My old emails, that I was saving forever, in order to remember the love I felt at one time for another human, and the ensuing email exchanges that lifted my heart. Goodbye to all the calendar entries that I dutifully entered into DayLite, content in knowing that I could look back at my past using this filter to see how far I'd come. Goodbye to my lovely red backpack which always seemed to fit just the right amount of stuff and hang so well on my back. Some of this was backed up, most not. You know how it goes. Well, hopefully not.
I'm not sure when I'll blog here again as I'm using a friend's laptop to write this. All my previous OPML entries are now in the hands of the perpetrator, one who would enter my dwelling, steal my possessions and sell them for crack or whatever else they need to get by. I guess that's the downside to having a client side blogging tool. Lose your laptop and better hope you've got a backup.
Back to mourning for me. Hopefully, I'll save up enough money for a new computer someday but for now I'm out of the game. This one really hurts.
Yes, I'm happy to be alive and unharmed. That's the benefit here, I know. Still, having slept right through it, and waking up to the strange sensation of a laptop that is no longer there, and the ensuing realization that someone entered while I slept, is causing me grief, anger, sadness, despair, lots of tears and uncertainty. You see, I lived out of that backpack. Literally. And now, I'm left with nothing. But my life. That's nice to still have and I'll do my best to change this poison into medicine. Writing helps.
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