Early this morning while I was doing my usual Saturday morning runs at a certain popular recreation park, my very inconspicuous looking car got broken into and my wallet containing the usual important identification documents, credit cards, some cash, and my trusty (and first ever... sniff!) cellphone of five years (the Nokia 6210) got stolen, leaving me incapacitated with no form of identification or means of phone communication as well as access to my own money in the bank at the moment. May the nasal follicles of the person who stole my wallet and cellphone be feasted upon by the lice of a million goats and his fingers too stubby to dig into his nose.

The monkey wrench has definitely been thrown into the works as far as my weekend plans and activities are concerned. In case if you don't hear from me again within the next few days, assume that I got deported to some foreign land along with the other illegal immigrants.