We had a good supper, mind you, but it was when we got home - about an hour ago, now - that we had a problem.
As we came into the apartment(we live in the basement floor, so we had to go down stairs), I saw someone -leaving- the apartment, wearing my blue flannel coat(it's light, so I wear it even in the summer. Yes, I wear a coat in the summer. Shut up.). Naturally, I gave chase after this person - and shit, could he run.
I chased him down probably half the street before I had to give up because of my back giving out on me(almost had him too, which pissed me off).
I didn't manage to see much of anything on him while giving chase - I was more concerned with keeping up with him, but I noticed that he(I presume it was a he) was wearing black jeans which were very tattered and old-looking.
So, I had a thief steal my -coat- of all things wearing old jeans. I get the feeling this is unrelated - we've searched the house top to bottom and found no new notes or anything else.
Either way, I thought it would make an amusing entry.
Shame about my coat. I rather liked it. Poor Lillith is going to be heartbroken - she loved that coat.