Redline's Journal: It's all gone

I managed to escape with my pet, 4 days worth of clothes, and an old G3 powerbook. But everthing else is gone. 30 years worth of memories, now literally floating in shit.
The motorcycle I bought last week. The house I just rented in July. My signed 1st edition copy of Stranger in a Strange Land. All lost under the waves that took New Orleans. Thanks Katrina, you bitch. You managed to do what the blizzards of Appalachia, the tornados of Oklahoma, and the quakes of San Fran couldn't do: you have reduced me to nothing. I'm still reeling from the loss.
It's just too big to get my mind around. But it's the little things. I keep thinking, "Oh, that book is gone" or "my favorite coffee cup is lost." It makes me sad. I can't grasp the whole thing, it's more like thousands of little losses that keep hitting me.
Well, at least I'm not in the Astrodome. Thanks Laura, for giving me a place to stay while I work this out. I owe you. Big time.

I had the worst time finding a wifi adapter for this old powerbook. Thanks to the guy at the little Mac store in Beaumont who dug around until he found an old box with an aerocard in it.