And you thought THAT sucked

Last night our house was broken into again.
While TM was here by himself.
Someone walked in our front door, silently, and stole my MOTHER F-ING COMPUTER, the backpack I use for work, which I had conveniently left on my bed when I changed to go to class, and a handful of jewellry off my dresser.
Then they left. TM never heard a thing.
Needless to say last night was not a good night. The police arrived at about 1:30 am, and inspired NO confidence. This is the second time they've had to come this month.
Last time they just rifled through my underwear drawer and didn't take anything.
Looking back I feel as though we should have seen this coming, should have been more careful. The first break in, the stranger who opened our front door and stuck his head in before I could get downstairs to respond to his knock... but then TM was home, the lights were on...
Needless to say I feel unbelievably vulnerable after this second traipsing of strangers through my room. The files on that computer were 4 years of intensely personal material, not to mention the whole of my university work to date. It's a great loss for me -- I almost feel as though I've lost a limb. I keep reaching for it, or thinking "I'll just..." and then I remember it's gone. Ironically I had been intending to back them up, but hadn't got the cds yet.
Today TM and I went downtown and bought a new doorknob for my door. One that I will lock from now on when I am inside the room sleeping, and out of the house, and open with a key. It's insane to think this is necessary in my own home, but I'm not sure I'd feel safe without it now. Not when people will walk into your house uninvited.
I'm reminded of Michael Moore's experiments in Canadian neighbourhoods, demonstrating that the doors are always unlocked, unlike their American counterparts. I guess we're finally coming to the point where we can't do that anymore.