D'oh!

Boy, do I feel stupid. I spent a fair chunk of today and yesterday looking for my King Lear notebook and papers to no avail. Eventually I determined that I had left them either at the class or in the car of Ridiculously Cute, with whom I and Impulse had been carpooling, and gave up, hoping I would be able to get them back by next class. Then, just now, as I was walking to my computer, I spotted them lying in plain sight on the table.

Now for a story to top that: I once spent at least 15 minutes running around semi-frantically in search of my pencil, which I really needed. Wait...what's this I'm holding? *slap*