Dancing with a demon in the pale moon light

Without fail, my life starts a new chapter, teaches a new lesson, descides to be just plain synical when I'm not expecting it.
It always happens right when I have a good day -trying to break the chain before it gets momentum.
My Laptop was stolen.
How fun is that. Not only has my symbol of personal freedom been snatched from under me but all the power cords to everything I own that wasn't stolen were taken as well. That means that unless I find someone who's willing to part with a very special power cord, then my cell, my tether to the digital age, my lifeline when I find myself in alien territory, my gateway to convrsation with those I love and adore -gone!
Kaputskis!
Finito!
End!

I feel like giving up, I feel like thowing in the towel, I feel like laying down under a Zanboni and allowing the ice to slowly cover me. Everything I was for the last four months -gone. I feel like giving up.
But then, I open my eyes and take a deep breath, and realize that if I let go, if I go quietly into that sweet sweet night, if I sing that final song -arm and arm with that dreadfull purple/black dinosaur/muppet then they [you know who you are] have won. And we can't have that, no no no we simply can't have that. If I die old grey and senile we will not be letting them dictate how I do it. Oh no, I will not die a straw death, I will not throw that final cast, I will not, I WILL NOT close that book. I will tell embarissingly inapropriate stories to hot cashiers in random locals, I will oggle large breasts and thick rumps at every opportunity, I will sit in the middle of the I-90 sketching what ever I can make out, I will not be robbed of the opportunity to wear socially innapropriate t-shirts when middleschool gets out offering free candy near the local liqour store. I will not give up!