I also went to Walgreens to pick up a prescription for psycho-sis. After that I headed over to bi-rite to get some stuff for dinner and one of their absolutely insidious eggplant/artichoke/goat cheese sandwiches for lunch. Then I treated myself to a pedicure at Mina, along with a 10 minute foot massage. That plus time in the massage chair had me screaming in the good kind of pain, since I feel I can't really splurge on a real full-body massage given the expenditure on the replacement Ipod.
So I went upstairs to take a pee, before planning to come down to Cafe Petra, to catch up on LJ, work on the novel and have some Mango Iced Tea to go with my sandwich.....only to discover........
I CAN'T FIND MY ATM CARD!!!!
Last time I remember seeing was yesterday at which time I'm sure I put it back in the pocketbook.
It's not in the pocket-book, the wallet, any of the pockets in my leather jacket, any of the pockets in the jeans I've worn most recently, the bag I carry my laptop in, or any place else I can think of looking.
I'm reallyreallyreallyreallyreally getting sick of this shit.
I get the message. I need to be more organized. FINE. Now give me my fucking ATM back.
