Well, after a long day of being extremely annoyed with myself for leaving my door unlocked and getting my stuff stolen, a dealing with public safety,

I move the stuff off my bed to go to sleep.

The bag's sitting on my bed.

WTF.

Pete looked through the whole room.
I looked through the whole room.

And it's right. here.

The other 3 thefts in the building today? Complete coincidence. Now I get to go to public safety today to tell them in writing that I'm a moron.

This has been possibly one of the worst weeks ever. Paranoia better make up for it.