The worst thing, perhaps, that I’ve ever done, and that I do repeatedly, is put things in special places so I won’t lose them.  I lose them every single time.  Without fail.  Every. Single. Time.

If I would just leave things where they were on my desk, in front of my monitor, like they had been for a week, and where I saw them every day, instead of putting them someplace special, I would be able to deal with them, right now, just like I want to, but no, I decided to put them someplace special, and now I can’t find them.

Maybe I’ll finally learn.  Going around this same special track is exhausting.