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Okay. So. I realise that I'm likely to be a bit paranoid over the next few days at least, whenever I find things missing. Case in point: on saturday, for a brief moment, I couldn't find my Tevas. I was all ready to start wishing bodily harm on the burglars, which I hadn't done before even over the underwear thing, because dammit, who'd steal a pair of sandals that've seen the better part of a decade, and these things have actual emotional value, you bastards. Then i found them under my desk. Thank fuck.

However.

I can't find my running/sport shoes. It's possible they're wedged under the bed, but I'm fairly sure they're not --I don't wear them often enough for them to not be in my shoebox where they belong. I rather hope they're just hiding somewhere, though, because I can deal with theft and i can deal with people going through my knickers, ultimately, but when they start confusing me, I'll just keep dwelling on this and wondering why, for the love of little green apples, why?

And then it'll take that much longer for me to get over this. Argh!