Losing more than Keys

Just before my last class at 4 today, I went to the Times-Delphic office to finish up things from yesterday. I like to get ahead if possible. Anyway, I decided to place my keys in my water bottle holder on the side of my backpack and head to class. Why I thought this was a good idea is beyond me. I always place is a specific pocket in my backpack so I know it's there. So much for that.

So I carried on with my life and got out of class a little early at 5:30. I walked to a local business who inquired about placing an Ad in the Times-Delphic. I spoke to her about our rates and how I could cut her a deal. She didn't purchase anything on the spot, but I left her my info. I am certain she'll purchase something when she gets her logo produced.

From there, I made the trek back to my apartment. After walking for about 15 minutes, when I was nearly back home, I realized I didn't have my keys anymore. I checked every pocket in my backpack, hoping I had placed them somewhere else. Oh great, I must have left them back at the Times-Delphic office. Great.

So I walked another ten minutes back to the office, hoping I'd find them there. Of course they were nowhere to be found, because that's the way it works. Just as I was on the verge of freak out mode, I remembered I placed them in my water bottle pocket for whatever reason. I look through the mesh and there they are, staring at me with spite.

Nice Kaila. Just, nice. Goodness gracious. After walking all around campus, sweating all over, and stinking up a storm, I was ready to go back to the apartment. Life would be easier if I could at least remember 10% of the activities in my day. I realized today I lost more than my keys, I lost my mind.