Pet Hate (not a Pet Peeve, this is a Pet
Hate):
Having something in my GD hand one second, and then it vanishes into thin air. I am looking for my blue Twist with a DCT/Boge on it, and even though I
just had the damn thing, I cannot locate it, so I might as well not even own it, it seems to me. Well, not quite, because it doesn't have legs, and it didn't take the bus, so I'll find the little pecker, but holy crap, how does this even happen? Right in front of my one second, and then POOF!, just like Frodo slipping on the damn ring, it's gone. It's a damn miracle, I tell ya; the total discombobulation of matter. Nobel prize in physics, here I come.
And it's all because I left one of my Twists at an acquaintance's messy shop, and because my shop is currently messy, except it won't be for much longer, because the last step in getting your crap together is finally being kind enough to yourself to organize your shiite so you can freakin' find it, which of course necessitates your stopping running round like a chicken with your head severed for long enough to do just that; organize, organize, organize. If someone calls you "...." for doing so, just say "I love you" and keep doing what you're doing; they're just jealous, and jealousy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Actually, there are now Eight Deadly Sins. #8 being "Not having a spare lanyard". Man oh man I love having my set of works right around my neck. That way even I can't lose the thing.
When I find it, I'll let y'all know where it was, and how many feet and inches away it was. If it's under five feet, I'll be really .......