A shred of hope

Since my package fiasco last week, I've been reliving the frustration and anger of my losses every time I remembered something else I put in the box.  It happened again yesterday when a package came from K's mom containing some forwarded mail.  Some of her shipment had been in my package that I sent to Guam.  What?!

Right, so apparently the box was damaged, and things that had addresses on them were mailed back to Oakland.  I'd signed up for a mail order puzzle game dealio that I never had time to look at during the school year, so I'd left some of them in the original packaging with my address on them.  So now I have some of them back, and I have some hope that other items are in the lost-and-found/dead-letter-office of the USPS. 

Keeping my fingers and toes crossed.

I am a giant squid of anger

I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure someone robbed me.  A package I sent myself before leaving California arrived today, about a week late, that should have had twice as much stuff in it.  It was repackaged in a box twice as big as the one I packed it in, and everything of value was gone.  Video games, CDs, computer disks, books (one signed by this author in the linked videos here, still unread)...as the Vlogbrothers might say, I am a giant squid of anger (2:03).