It wasn’t that long ago here that I spend a week looking for my favorite shirt. It wasn’t in my drawer. It wasn’t hanging in my closet. It wasn’t under my bed or between anything in my room where it might have possibly gotten wedged. I thought I might have accidentally left it in the laundry or had it fall out of my basket walking back to my apartment. Ended up finding it buried in the back of my closet while grabbing my toolbox for some unrelated reason after giving up ever seeing again and was gonna buy a new one.