Yesterday someone hacked into my Paypal account. I started getting notifications in my email that various changes were being made, including my taxpayer id, my password, and my security questions, and sure enough, when I rushed over to the site I couldn't get in. I called Paypal and reestablished control over the account, but it was rather stressful.
Today the piece of shit who did that tried to enter the account again, but didn't succeed. That was enough to prod me to change the email address altogether.
Now all my passwords are all so different and so complicated I have this fear I've created an obstacle course in my own Internet usage. But the moral of the story is, don't use security questions that are easy to figure out! There are some nasty empty souls out there waiting to fill themselves up in the reflection of your pain...
In a different sort of crime, I Skyped with my husband today in Brazil and he told me that a friend of his, the owner of his favorite bar in our ex-town, Lagoinha, knifed (to death) some guy who attempted to kill him. This other friend of his who was one of our closest neighbors died sometime in the last few months due to some illness. It's sort of weird--I wonder, in my solipsistic mind, if something about our decision to leave sent a cascade of chaos into that little town, each little incident validating our (well, mostly my) choice. Better to not keep looking back, or someone's going to turn into a pillar of salt.
In my current isolated suburban existence time and space stretch out in a pleasant zombie dream, and I still am struggling through my revision. I have 30 pages left to revise to complete my 3rd draft, which I want to finish before the end of the month. I signed up for a Revision Hell in June and am planning to rewrite my shelved manuscript, "Croak". It's currently 110K words and I'm thinking of writing a much shorter and somewhat experimental version of it and seeing what happens.