So here’s the thing: I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, my car was stolen today. They were courteous enough to leave a sofa cushion that was in the back seat in my drive way. Why was there a sofa cushion in the back seat? Because there was okay, don’t get hung up on the details. Apparently my car is in the police impound and I can’t get any information about it until I go down there in the morning. Have I ever told you how much I love the human race? It’s rhetorical. FML.