The Opposite of Full

I was supposed to find some stuff for Karen and when I finally went to do so, I couldn't find it. I am frustrated. Unfortunately, I have a label on this blog - Losing things - which tells me I have a habit of doing this. I have been working all day, at work, trying to think of some logical (or illogical) place I may have placed what I am seeking.

I'm empty.

Putting it all Together

My life seems to be a series of joyous moments where my life seems like a completed 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle which are then followed by a series of terrifying moments where my life seems like a 1000 jigsaw puzzle with every original piece has been shredded into microscopic tatters. It's like a nightmare because I don't have a microscope to put the pieces I cannot even see together. I don't even have the tools to put my life into perspective and to even realize that I do still have the pieces. I panic, more or less, because the world is not fitting into my vision.

Praying seems to be the only thing I can do when I misplace my cell phone. It sucks.

Tony.... Buddy!

I found the brown checkbook. It was definitely not where I thought it would be. It was in the pocket of my long black coat. I had checked my green coat and my black leather coat, but, on a whim, I checked that coat's pockets & there it was. I found it ~12:30 AM.

It is now 5:10 AM. My alarm is to go off @ 5:40 AM but I'm wide awake, I guess.

Blah blah blah, big day today, back to work, 500 hours waiting for me, you know the drill, if you've been paying attention.

And, by the way, my drumset looks like the one in the second video below (the song that Megan likes) except my drums are clear-see through, not with a blue tint.

Editor's Note - the video in question was removed from youtube.com so it is no longer available for your viewing pleasure

Lost in the Abyss...

We have two checkbooks. One is in a blue leather cover. One is in a brown leather cover.

The brown leather cover is missing.

I hope to find it sooner than later. We tore apart the house and the vehicles looking for it.

St. Anthony, hear me now.