Fume.

I HATE BEING A DINGBAT. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER WHERE I PUT THINGS?! RARRR.

It's not like I even have much space in which to lose stuff. Or that much stuff to lose here. Or that much mess in which to lose anything. And I manage to do it nonetheless. DAILY. *boohissgrowlrarrr*

Edit: I found what I had been looking for. But I think the cleaning lady stole (read took elsewhere in the house) my tea mug. But everything else is, for now, alright.

Now, off to dinner at Leah's!