Grr
I spent fifteen minutes tearing apart my room, trying to find my pocketbook. I usuually either hang it up on the back of the door or place it beside the bed, but it wasn't in either spot. As I'm looking, I'm making a bigger and bigger mess and getting more and more upset. I check other rooms, but it's not there. All the while I'm not only stressing out, I'm starting to sweat, like, a lot. I finally found my bag in another room, in a place I vaguely recall putting it yesterday. It wasn't even hidden under or behind anything. It was just on the foot stool all "Here, I am! =D"