Obviously, things were going too well.

[ladymirth]

I've gone and lost my passport. 

How does a body go and lose a passport in her own bloody house, when she never takes it out her drawer in the first place? That does truly require a rather spectacular amount of FAIL. 

So it follows that I shall have to overhaul the whole house and search every nook and cranny. On the plus side, at least it has to be inside the house. Somewhere. Unless it isn't and I accidentally dumped it in the garbage and it has been slowly turning into leathery compost in the Colombo City Garbage disposal for the last six months, unbeknownst to me.  

Okay, shall not think on that. That is ridiculous. That way lies panic, a barf bag and possibly a padded white cell. Which would be unproductive. Calm down.

I wouldn't object to the whole overhauling house thing, really. Only, I am so sleepy I'm typing this half in a trance, and when I go to sleep I shall be lucky if I can wake up for dinner, much less to look for my passport. Ah, the joys of hyper somnia. 

Can't do it. Must crash. Passport shall have to stay lost a while longer, the little traunt. Unless the dust bunnies have eaten it. 

For sale: Twenty year old female body in stellar (if a little flabby) condition with hardly-used brain. Previous owner opted to upgrade to a model that requires less copious amounts of sleep and better stress adaptation. Very cheap. Price on request.

Comments

[pgwfolc.livejournal.com]

Get some rest. Hopefully, it'll turn up when you're in better shape to look. Or maybe even someone will find it while you're asleep.

If not, how hard is it to replace? I mean, there has to be some kind of proceedure or something for these things.

And... while I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would jump at the chance to have their very own 20-year-old female body...

Sorry. But good luck. (And hey, I'll bet yours is in better condition than mine...)

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

And... while I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would jump at the chance to have their very own 20-year-old female body...

Paul, did you just make a marginally lewd joke? Tsk, tsk. Think of your reputation.

You'll never guess where I found my passport though. It was in the drawer, right where it was supposed to be, hidden under an electricity bill. The world conspires against me!

[muses-circle.livejournal.com]

It's a well known fact that when you go to look for something, you always can't find it. Believe me, I do that all the time! I just hope it turns up soon!!

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

On the other hand, anything is possible when you are looking for your car keys. I found two missing hairslides, an earring and a hundred rupee note while I was rooting though the laundry basket. (Yes, I looked in the laundry basket) It finally turned up in the drawer it was supposed to be in the first place, hidden beneath an electricity bill. No wonder my family thinks I'm batshit!

*hugs you* *kicks the world*

[lostprincess87.livejournal.com]

Woman, your passport!!! I seriously don't think you've dumped. I just think you subconscious has made you forget where you last kept it. That happens when we get the rare urge to clean and that cause some sort of an unbalance in our system thus causing us to freak out later on. This would be the part where you are freaking out now. I advice u slowly carry out a CSI procedure. Start from one side and slowly move to the other, of course mentally checking the places you have already checked. If that doesn't work. You could try going back to the last time you remembered where you left you passport and think of places where you could have kept it. I do not advice the dustbin because i KNOW it can't be there! And it's not at the CMC so get it out of your mind alright?
WTF is Hyper somnia. Don't tell me its the drugs you are on.. Geez who the fuck is your doctor?
And i totally disagree with the "For Sale" advert. No flabs. you haven't seen flabs. Who the hell was your previous owner? Your Cheap!!! right!!!! Hahah ROTFLMFAO

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Hypersomnia is the opposite of insomnia. Instead of not being able to sleep, the patient sleeps too much. Thank goodness it's all behind me now.

The passport turned up right where it was supposed to be - in the drawer, hidden under an electricity bill. *facepalm*