What's missing from this picture?

(no, it's not "you") 

(though you actually aren't in this picture)

Hint: it should've been locked securely onto the street post, in broad daylight in downtown DC on the same street as the White House, where I'd left it not three hours earlier, where I always leave it locked securely when I ride it to work... rode it to work... 

If you guessed "Shana's bike!" then sadly, you were right. 

It's missing.

My bike.  Li'l Dais.  

She has been stolen.

I am completely depressed.  I slept for 12 hours last night and seriously considered calling in sick to work today.  I also seriously considered "not resting until I found her thieves and brought them to justice," but I was too tired from being so depressed.  And in DC, where even filing a police report for a non-registered stolen bike is pretty much impossible/pointless, at least being well-rested was probably the better option anyway. 

I could say more but I don't really feel like it. 

I'm still in mourning. 

I probably will be for a while. 

(Even my blog is wearing black.)

sigh.

she was a good little bike... 

... such a good little bike...