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Twenty after ten this morning: My van was found by the police.

No really.

Apparently, it was stolen and parked in some building's lot. The tow truck driver noticed that the ignition was broken (dangling really), and the door lock was dinged up. So he called the police, who called me and asked if I knew where it was.

Fabulous.

There wasn't any evidence. My tripod and insurance papers and my coat were stolen from the van. And the fuckers moved the rear seat around, probably to fit something big in it.

ICBC will probably, maybe, if they feel like it, pay for the damage.