I had a bad dream last night, that paired this whole Gawker thing with my cookie stress. I dreamt that someone hacked into some database on my machine and stole my Triple Ginger Molasses cookie recipe, and that was the only incarnation of said recipe ever. Which is total bullshit, because I have a few copies printed, there's a similar recipe available online that's like mine but with tweaks. But, in my dream, I logged on using DOS of all things, and accessed my special secret recipe storage, and it was gone, and I knew it was because I'd been "Gawker'd". Disturbing, because that's my favorite cookie, and I limit myself to making them over the holidays only. So, something I've been looking forward to for a year got taken away from me, by some scary phantom internet war that I got caught in the crossfire of.
The Gawker thing upset me more than I let on, I think. I was one of the lucky bunch that had my password and email exposed, and even though I don't use the same password for many things, I used to use one simple pass for all my forum accounts and social stuff. One for more important stuff, like online shopping, and another even more elaborate one for innernet banking. Now, I use a program called KeePass, and have like 10 different passwords, all with 15+ characters. Having my email out there on Piratebay, and my old basic password exposed left me with such a strange feeling. Like when we had out house broken into, essentially. My FB account was hacked into immediately, and my Amazon account showed weird stuff. Everything's fixed and restored now. There was nothing major, but it's like if someone broke into your house, and just moved shit around. Drank a beer, ate some leftovers. You feel somewhat violated, and really questioning "security". Like, my door locks aren't enough, but thank god they didn't take the TV. This will be the 4th time this year that my identity was somehow tampered with. It's been a shitty year as far as that goes. My iTunes account got hacked, and some asshole bought a bunch of shitty pop and hip hop music, to the tune of almost $400. I stopped all the charges, but I had fees to pay for all the stop-payments. Then my debit card got compromised twice in a month, once online and once in a store. Now this. It's enough to make anyone a little paranoid.
Enough bitching. Yesterday was an incredibly good day. I slept very poorly the night before last, and was feeling gross in the morning. Initially, I wasn't going to go out, but it was Luiz's and my Wednesday, and we had plans. He was sweet about it, not pressuring me to go out, like we'd planned, but I dragged myself out, just because I'd promised. I'm so glad I did. We had a lovely morning, and got loads accomplished. After we got home, Alden's progress report came in the mail...and he's getting As and Bs! For the first time since like...second grade! I seriously wept tears of joy. I showed him, and he cried too. We all had a crying, snotty hug fest in the kitchen. It was awesome. Hopefully he'll remember how overcome he was, and I was, and the guys were, and keep up the momentum. I was exhausted by evening, but I was on a roll, and started with the baking. Got way more done than I planned, then crashed into sleep before midnight. It was a great day.
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