My car was broken into. And when I say broken, I mean they busted out 2 windows. The rear window was unnecessary too, since they could have just unlocked the fucking rear door after breaking in the driver's side window...but then again, I wouldn't think someone with the IQ of a brine shrimp could figure that out. It's times like this that I wonder if the medical profession is right for me, because my mind is flooded with all the horrible ways I want the thief to die. I say "thief" because he/she/it stole my GPS. Also, the asshole decided to break in while it was raining, so I have water damage. My insurance is covering the repairs, but not the GPS. I think this is just life's way of reminding me that it still fucking hates me.