Earlier this semester I complained about the proliferation of criminals on Columbia's campus. Well, it turns out that when I write, people listen. How do I know that?
Because someone stole my laptop.
The guy (or gal) just waltzed into my suite and grabbed it.
It's sort of a pain to have your laptop stolen. That thing cost a lot of money. And it had all the jokes I've written on it. Also, it contained some sensitive information. One of the lessons I've learned from having my laptop stolen is that you shouldn't have a Stickie note labeled "Passwords" on your desktop.
