Mar. 6th, 2007
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apparently my dresser decided to swallow my favorite article of clothing.
i've been frantically searching for it. its not in my laundry bag, not in the bag i had been packing for spring break which i knew it wouldn't be in, it is nowhere to be found in the dresser drawers, and it is not wedged between the dresser and my closet walls.
so i am freaking out. i can't rest until i've found it. i can't focus on anything else. my heart is pounding and i'm on my way to hyperventilating. i NEED to find it and right NOW.
i think it might have fallen out of my over-stuffed dresser drawer and be underneath the dresser now but in order to find it i would have to pull the dresser out of my closet... involving taking my shelf and everything on it off of the dresser and putting it god knows where in this tiny cell of a dorm room, then fight with the heavy dresser filled with clothes to pull it out, not knowing if there is even anything underneath it.
and the thing is if i were at home i would have no problem having an obsessive compulsive fit in the privacy of my own room...
but no, it has to be here where i have a roommate who already doesnt really like me. if i start ripping apart my entire closet she is going to think i am crazy. i am not crazy.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i've been frantically searching for it. its not in my laundry bag, not in the bag i had been packing for spring break which i knew it wouldn't be in, it is nowhere to be found in the dresser drawers, and it is not wedged between the dresser and my closet walls.
so i am freaking out. i can't rest until i've found it. i can't focus on anything else. my heart is pounding and i'm on my way to hyperventilating. i NEED to find it and right NOW.
i think it might have fallen out of my over-stuffed dresser drawer and be underneath the dresser now but in order to find it i would have to pull the dresser out of my closet... involving taking my shelf and everything on it off of the dresser and putting it god knows where in this tiny cell of a dorm room, then fight with the heavy dresser filled with clothes to pull it out, not knowing if there is even anything underneath it.
and the thing is if i were at home i would have no problem having an obsessive compulsive fit in the privacy of my own room...
but no, it has to be here where i have a roommate who already doesnt really like me. if i start ripping apart my entire closet she is going to think i am crazy. i am not crazy.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!