retracing my steps...
Trying to remember where my notebook is...
Beginnning of day went to doctor's- bookbag with said notebook in car, unmoved. There it remained until, I went to Chem class and brought said bookbag along, while glancing at notebook wishing I had really studied. As I type this I come to realize I may have left said notebook sitting on the chair next to me, where I had placed it, during exam. Said exam had left me frazzled and may have thought I packed previously mentioned notebook, containing lab homework instructions and lab partner's phone number, into my awesomely cute pink bookbag. Said awesomely cute bookbag remained in car many hours, but before leaving it there, I actually went through it for wallet and cell phone not noticing if anything was missing. I believe there must be some psychological explanation for when you are so used to something being somewhere particular, that when it's clearly not there, you continue to beat yourself up about how 'it used to be there' and really don't believe it could be somewhere else. Now this whole new explanation has entered my mind, so I won't tear through my house looking for it and drive myself crazy. But now I wonder if I will be able to retrieve it in a timely manner, or if at all :( How exasperating. I really like my notebook, not to mention it has a very cute folder of Eeyore and Pooh in it. Said cute folder is most important because I got it for real cheap at Walmart, and I value sales.
Beginnning of day went to doctor's- bookbag with said notebook in car, unmoved. There it remained until, I went to Chem class and brought said bookbag along, while glancing at notebook wishing I had really studied. As I type this I come to realize I may have left said notebook sitting on the chair next to me, where I had placed it, during exam. Said exam had left me frazzled and may have thought I packed previously mentioned notebook, containing lab homework instructions and lab partner's phone number, into my awesomely cute pink bookbag. Said awesomely cute bookbag remained in car many hours, but before leaving it there, I actually went through it for wallet and cell phone not noticing if anything was missing. I believe there must be some psychological explanation for when you are so used to something being somewhere particular, that when it's clearly not there, you continue to beat yourself up about how 'it used to be there' and really don't believe it could be somewhere else. Now this whole new explanation has entered my mind, so I won't tear through my house looking for it and drive myself crazy. But now I wonder if I will be able to retrieve it in a timely manner, or if at all :( How exasperating. I really like my notebook, not to mention it has a very cute folder of Eeyore and Pooh in it. Said cute folder is most important because I got it for real cheap at Walmart, and I value sales.