I win at life, lose at wallets

So last night I went out and got massively robbed. Someone at the pub made out with my wallet with 3 credit cards, €80 cash, and my room keys.

A friend in Kaarsenmakerstraat let me crash on her floor, so this morning I woke up having to run around to the police station and to my Rural Development class this afternoon. Talking to a lesbian popo agent with a harsh Dutch accent with a horrible night of sleep under my belt was a fun little experience. Needless to say I've been a wee bit frazzled, retracing my steps to see if I dropped in the bushes or something on my way home, but that was just fruitless. Know I went in to Einstein's with everything- know I got back to my building sans wallet. Great.

But, shit happens, and I've canceled my cards, am getting spare keys tomorrow. Till then, I'm crawling in to my room via the window. I actually kind of like that part. Makes me feel like a badass. It will all be fine, thanks to my AMAZING MAMA. Did you know that currency can travel on wires?