I don't know what's wrong with me lately but I'm losing everything and it's driving me absolutely crazy. I know that I wrote a blog about my lost house keys recently but now I'm actually getting a little concerned for my mental health state.
Not more than ten minutes ago I found some important paperwork which has eluded me all week. Now, mind you - my dear friends and blog readers - my home is not a complete disaster. Sure, it has it's days of messiness and I will even go so far as calling it "dirty" from time to time; however, I consider myself to be somewhat organized. I have folders. I have neatly organized "get-to" piles. I don't hang on to bits and pieces. Everything eventually gets looked through, shredded, and filed away appropriately (sort of).
I repeat, ten minutes ago I had this important piece of paper in my hand ready to work on. I was going to transfer the information into my computer. D'oh!!! Where did I put it? How did I misplace it from the bedroom to the study? It was in my fingertips! I even shouted, "Eureka!" (Yes, I admit to saying stupid, foolish quips and dancing little jigs when happy about things.). Did I throw it away?
I have a terrible habit of multi-tasking my multi-tasking. In other words, I confuse my projects. I pick up ten things and prepare to walk past eight drop-off locations. This would conceivably scramble the most clear-minded individual. Add the fact that my Lhasa Apso has been humping my Shih Tzu non-stop and I've been blasting Green Day on the stereo, well - my concentration has been a wee bit off this morning. Damn, where is that paperwork?
TULIP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EATING?