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Ok, so, a few weeks ago (like more than 4), I rearranged my space a bit. It's a good sized space, about the size of a small studio apartment, but without the kitchen and bathroom fixtures. It's a damn sight larger than the hotel room I was living in. Anyway. While I was cleaning, I did laundry and remade the bed. Yay, clean sheets! I washed all my other sheets, which ended up being about 4 sets, and all the pillowcases. I folded the pillowcases, and set the sheets aside so that Bucky and I could fold them together. It's much easier that way. Problem is, now I have no idea where I put the pillowcases. I did not put them away, because I wanted to put them with their appropriate sheets. But there is a large stack of them, about 10 or so.
I really, really want to find them. It's driving me absolutely crazy. I mean, I'm losing sleep over this, almost on a daily basis. Not being able to find them is literally making me insane. I've been through almost everything I own looking for them. I'm to the point where I want to either burn down the house or blow my brains out. It brings tears of frustration to my eyes every time I think about it. I know I'm not the most organized person in the world, but I do try. Because I HATE IT when I can't find things. And I normally know where almost anything is in my room.
For instance, the other night before I had to go in to fill out the paperwork for my new job, I knew that I didn't have my birth certificate or social security card. But I woke up in the middle of the night and went, "Oh, yeah! My dad sent me a copy, and it's in a hardbound book that he sent me for Christmas!" Then next morning, it took me less than a minute to pull the correct book out of a stack of boxes and find what I needed. I know where my stuff is.
Which is why it's so damn frustrating that I can't find something that's so damn big! Some people might call me crazy for ranting about this. That's fine. I feel crazy. I hate it.
I really, really want to find them. It's driving me absolutely crazy. I mean, I'm losing sleep over this, almost on a daily basis. Not being able to find them is literally making me insane. I've been through almost everything I own looking for them. I'm to the point where I want to either burn down the house or blow my brains out. It brings tears of frustration to my eyes every time I think about it. I know I'm not the most organized person in the world, but I do try. Because I HATE IT when I can't find things. And I normally know where almost anything is in my room.
For instance, the other night before I had to go in to fill out the paperwork for my new job, I knew that I didn't have my birth certificate or social security card. But I woke up in the middle of the night and went, "Oh, yeah! My dad sent me a copy, and it's in a hardbound book that he sent me for Christmas!" Then next morning, it took me less than a minute to pull the correct book out of a stack of boxes and find what I needed. I know where my stuff is.
Which is why it's so damn frustrating that I can't find something that's so damn big! Some people might call me crazy for ranting about this. That's fine. I feel crazy. I hate it.