Lost
Original writing date lost - from pre 2008 | journal
So, I can't find my keys, right?
I look in the place I usually leave them by the door. Nothing.
I hunt through my purse - the place I should leave them but never do. Nothing.
Then I get into a staring contest with the garbage can near my apartment door. "Oh shit," I thought, "Please don't tell me I have to go through that. Please don't tell me my keys are in there."
So, in my hands went, hunting and sorting and getting sticky and stinky and smelling like something died on them.
Nothing.
Seems the keys were in my purse after all. I garbage hunted for nothing.
Excuse me while I go wash.