Some asshole stole my bookbag in the library yesterday. You'd think I would know better than to even leave it lying around for a second. Well, I did...I left it around for more than a second. Not too much was in it (if my two binders had been in it, I'd be royally screwed), but a crucial notebook was in it, my computer disks were in it, and my personal organizer, which I just bought not even a week ago and which I was just getting in the habit of using. Not that my personal or work life is so complex that I can't remember my appointments--I just figured it'd be a better way to prioritize my time for studying for the MA, grading papers and doing homework. Now some asshole has it and has my schedule today, which I've had to construct from memory:

8:00-8:45 Eat breakfast, play with cat.
9:00-10:00 Lesson plans
10:00-10:50 Teach
11:00-12:00 Lesson plans/write reaction paper for 510
12:00-1:00 Lunch. Read Newsweek.
1:00-4:00 Library. Read Aristotle, Chopin criticism.
6:00-9:00 Class.
9:00-11:00 Bowling at Den (no bar)
11:00-1:00 Get drunk off $1 Killians.

See? Now I can be tailed. I've had to completely revamp everything:

8:00-8:45 Hide from cat; stare out window
9:00-10:00 Surf porno sites
10:00-10:50 Lead field trip to Huskie Den. Give lecture on geometries of the seven-ten split.
11:00-12:00E-mail professor and say that, because I lost bookbag, I will be unavailable to deliver my paper.
12:00-1:00 Lunch. Read Hustler.
1:00-4:00 Library. Read back issues of Playboy, dig through recycling for old department memos.
6:00-9:00 E-mail professor; tell him I'm still looking for bag and am unable to attend class.
9:00-11:00 Bowling at Four Seasons (bar).
11:00-1:00 Get drunk off Black & Tans.

That should throw them.