Few things are as upsetting as misplacing/forgetting/losing something and not remembering when was the last time you saw it.
Case in point my almost new golden Sony Walkman Mp3 player which I just can't seem to find anywhere in the house.
It isn't where I thought it'd be, aka my trove for all that's small gadgets and it's driving me crazy and I have in a fit of overzealous annoyance uppended everything on the floor and now I look at a decent amount of mess to clean up with no sign of the aforementioned lost object.
I can see a meltdown coming.
I can see myself crying on the floor
I must ward suicidal thoughts.
It's during moments like these that all your self-belief comes crashing down like a termite kissed tree.
Case in point my almost new golden Sony Walkman Mp3 player which I just can't seem to find anywhere in the house.
It isn't where I thought it'd be, aka my trove for all that's small gadgets and it's driving me crazy and I have in a fit of overzealous annoyance uppended everything on the floor and now I look at a decent amount of mess to clean up with no sign of the aforementioned lost object.
I can see a meltdown coming.
I can see myself crying on the floor
I must ward suicidal thoughts.
It's during moments like these that all your self-belief comes crashing down like a termite kissed tree.
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