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Lady said the other day that she finally understands that I love her. It's been four years coming, but I've finally overcome her self doubt, at least in that area. <3

This week in 365 has been heart-themed. On top of that, I downloaded the trial version of Lightroom last week and have been using the 365s this week to play and learn. It's a 30-day trial - Adobe sure knows how to rope you in - and so far it's pretty freaking cool. There's just so much you can do, and so far all of it's controls and everything it can do is so much smoother and awesome than anything my photoshop6 can do. Or it might just be because it edits RAW files, unlike PS6, which allows for a lot more control in general. Either way, it's tons cheaper than photoshop CS4 but appears to have all of the features I've been craving.

On Wednesday our car was broken into. Coming into the parking lot after work and seeing the smashed window was one of those awful moments when you really hope it's someone else's car but you somehow already know its yours. Someone had taken a blunt object to the rear side window, reached in, and grabbed our case of CDs. Nothing else. There was glass all over the ground and all over our backseat; little geometric shards, some still stuck to the tint. We were both shocked, then glad that all they took were the CDs, then... well, overwhelmingly annoyed.

I kept thinking, what was the point? They smashed in our window, which ended up being a $200 repair, and took something that was virtually worthless. Old CDs, scratched CDs, Hush Sound, and copied CDs. Ten, fifteen years ago I could see some possible street value and secondhand CDs, but today? Seriously? Could they get anything for it? I just want it back, but it's probably in a bin somewhere or already headed to the dump.

I hoped that whoever did it had hurt their hand at least. I hoped that they'd cut themselves on the glass, that they'd opened the case and seen what was inside and felt a profound sense of disappointment and yes, shame. For a while I hoped I'd see someone with it, so I could give them a fist to the face. Then I just wanted to see them and ask them what they'd got out of it. Satisfaction? Payment? Drugs? Anything whatsoever? Anything at all to justify breaking our window?

But now I've stopped hoping those awful things and realized that whoever did that must be really fucking messed up or in dire straits. I can't say I'm not still annoyed, but that person needs help. And they're likely never to get it. And that's just pretty sad.