I got up when hubby came home this morning and managed to drag myself out to the gym for a workout with my new Ipod nano. Then I went to Books Inc on Market to pick up something that hubby had on order as well as to encourage them to order John's book, which the guy said actually was on order. I did the Barrowmania spiel until I sensed the guy was going to call the cops on the crazy lady and then I got out. 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.