I bought three packages of envelopes at Walmart earlier this evening. When I got to the hotel, however, there were only two in my car. My headphones disappeared as well, but I may have left them in the bed when I check out of the other hotel.

All of my sexual torture implants are much worse than they were yesterday. I am "glad" they were still much worse than this for more than a year so that the net of effect of them not being as bad as they were is not interrupted.

It's kind of like those other 500 times when I said, "Taking out my implants but then leaving me in the slave hole where my enemies have the same impunity to take them out as the last 500 times you took them out, is not an efficient exercise."