The art of loosing things

Why is it always when you are at your most busy and stressed that you loose your doorkeys? A question particularly pertinent this evening. Fortunately my friend W has my spare set. Perhaps is was a freudian desire to stay at school all night and keep working on my pieces. They all certainly need it.
I ended up sitting on a bench outside her house for a very long time talking all the soiree maddness over. Everyone has a different brand of stress. So it's very late now, but I need to unwind a little, so I'm listening to 'Mir ist so wunderbar' and I'm going to read some carol ann duffy poems before I go to sleep to make everything happy... and I'm drinking hot chocolate.