Sunday, May 02, 2004

don't you hate it when...
...you've misplaced something and it should be right there but it's not and you've looked behind and under everything, and in all its usual places, and then you start to lose sleep over it, because not only is it somewhat valuable, but it affects the orderliness of your mild ocd, and then you start to get all creepy suspicious of everyone else? yeah, me too.

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