Damn it

I started writing a long rant about how angry I am, but I deleted it. Here's the long and short of it: The detective who told me he "found my stuff" when he busted a drug dealer who had my gun was talking too fast. He didn't call me back for the last month because there was nothing to report. The stuff he found wasn't mine, it just looked a little bit like my junk and it was in proximity to the gun they found. So I'll get back my gun, but nothing else. They asked the drug dealer where he got it, and he gave them a name and a location on the person who traded him the gun for cocaine. And that's it. No more follow-ups. The cops are apparantly not pursuing the guy who traded a firearm for drugs, despite having a name and a location on the guy. The detective has completely dropped the ball.

So that was how I spent my day: playing phone-tag with apathetic cops. My day was spent thus because I woke up today sneezing and coughing uncontrollably. My eyes were too swolen and my breathing was too labored to ride my bike into school. I need to get my homework to Dr. Williams and buy some beers for my Historical friends so I can find out what material I missed.

Suffice it to say, I'm disappointed. I was looking forward to getting my toys back.

At the very least, I discovered what causes my respiratory issues. I have to keep my house better ventilated. During the winter, I didn't turn the heat on, I just ran a space heater. The cold, after all, is good for my computers. Not running the AC has kept the air in this place uncirculated and stagnant, swarming with dust. With the window in the bathroom open and the screen door shut on the carport, the air was fresher and I'm breathing better.

There was one little scare. My darling little kitten discovered she is limber enough to jump up to the window in the bathroom, five feet off the ground. I heard the sound of frantic leaping, and found my princess perched half-way out the window. She may have just been taking a look. After all, it's a solid ten feet to the ground outside. But it was still quite scary. The window is still open and Sabrina hasn't made any further bids for freedom. I'll ensure that the window stays shut when I leave the house.

So tomorrow I'll be playing phone-tag with the evidence cops in the ACCPD. I'll also be going to buy the little miss some new cat food and beef-flavored dental treats. They're good for her teeth and she loves them. And she's roughly a year old now if the dates on her adoption paperwork are accurate, so I'm going to move her up to the 1yr+ food and take her off the kitten stuff. I hope that (a) she likes it and (b) it doesn't play with her digestive tract. She gets a little gassy, and isn't so adorable in those moments.

I'll go into the office early in the morning to make up for missing work tomorrow. I'll try calling the cops in the afternoon after class to see about getting my gun back, then I'll hit Pet Supplies Plus.

In the back of my mind, I wish that I had something more epic or inspiring to talk about besides disappointment and my cat's diet. Kinda sad. The instant I win the Nobel Prize, meet a wonderful new woman, or rescue an endangered species from a sinking/burning battleship, I shall report as such immediately.