I've done it again.

I have a tendency towards misplacing things very often. Almost all of the time.
This time I have misplaced my journal. It is full of feelings, inspirations, scraps, and sketches. It is a little piece of my life. I need it for my projects.
I spent half the day looking for it. It is either hiding very well in some god forsaken place or else there is now a little piece of myself floating about in the universe (more likely in a garbage heap somewhere).

Too bad there isn't something like a little special sensor that I could attach to all of my important things (keys, pda, and cell phone) that makes a sound whenever I clap a specific pattern. Life would be so much easier. I sure would have more free time because I wouldn't spend so much of it looking for stuff.

On the up side, I finally replaced my light meter that I lost 6 months ago! Sheesh!