Why my life sucks:

So, my life officially sucks. I was on my way home from a lovely game of warhammer the rpg today, and lost my purse. Yes, it's stolen. I've closed my visa and cell phone, but that still means that somebody took my: purse, the visas to Cuba for me and my dad, all my cash, my visa card, my wallet, my bus card, my student id, my semester-card, my drivers license, my cigarettes (and god, was that ever bugging me as I walked home with no money and no phone), my keys and the enterence card to my apartment. That's everything I have except my pass port right there. 45_hasle was kind enough to lend me 200kr so that I'll get down to the police station tomorrow to report it stolen before I have my exam, but that still means that I'll have to show up to get my exam without my student id. And that could be a problem.

My dad tried to make me feel better by putting it in perspective, as he claimed, but what that really meant was that he told me that my favourite grown up friend/uncle/fellow city council member was not in fact cured from cancer. Instead it had moved into his lungs and he has to start chemo therapy. Now, I know this is selfish, but how is that supposed to make me feel better? Couldn't he wait to tell me till after my exam? I'm starting to feel that I should never have an exam again. After all last time my great aunt died, and this time John gets cancer, again. Maybe if I just stop having exams everyone around me will stop dying or getting mortally ill? I hope he gets better. I so hope he gets better. I can't stand it if he dies. He looked so well last time I saw him, and now he's all sick again? That's just wrong. I mean, there's only so many operations a guy should have to have before he's well again right? I want him to be okay.