Rage Over a Lost Thing

Sit down. Breath. It can’t be as bad as all that. I need it now. I just had it. Or was that yesterday? I put it in a drawer then moved it to a place I would never forget. Where is that place? Somewhere logical. What was I thinking at the time? Ah, here. No. Here. No. I remember it was red. Well sort of. Nothing red in sight. Too much stuff. Maybe I don’t need it as much as I thought. But I really do. I give up. It will turn up tomorrow. No it won’t.