August 4th, 2004


(no subject)

Pieces of paper appearantly have the power to stymie me. I just spent around an hour looking for a check that I've been meaning to cash. Money! You'd think I could hang on to a check long enough to get it into the bank.

At least, you'd think that I could find the check when sorting through my pile of important papers.

At least the first or second time.

You'd think.