This is making me lose it. I’m losing everything. I’ve just been misplacing my shit and that never happens to me. In the last week, I’ve lost:

• my black nylon rainjacket: I still haven’t found it. I ordered a new one. It’s royal blue.
• a phone charger: I found that this morning. It was under the bed, tangled beneath an organization bin. (Luckily, I had another charger. It plugs into my vehicle’s cigarette lighter.)
• a herringbone cap: When I wear it, it makes me feel like Roald Dahl. I found it while I was looking for my rainjacket. It was in the bottom of my closet with a winter toboggen that I didn’t know was missing.
• my slingpack: It may not have been lost. I might have just forgotten it when I went to my girlfriend’s place. But I was at my limit.

You see, I’m the kind of person that has a place for everything. I know where my things are and if I don’t, then I know the other place they might be. I don’t lose my keys or my wallet or anything. Except what I’ve listed above.

In fact, it drives me crazy when other people can’t find their keys. It usually happens right when you’re ready to go somewhere. Sometimes a very important place. For example, a restaraunt. Because you want to eat. You’re irritable and that someone special can’t find their keys.

NO ONE ate them. You know that.

If you don’t believe that I’m organized, then consider the fact that I’m driving three hours this weekend. I’m going to my favorite place in the world. What is that place? IKEA. This is my “happy place.” It’s the most ordered place I know. It’s both cluttered and organized. And I love that.

So, I have just one thing to say to that lost rainjacket. Get rained on!