Dammit, dammit, I can't find my necklace and the jade pendant that was on it. This is bad enough in itself, but what's really driving me crazy is that I'm haunted by a phantom recollection of hanging the jewelry on the corner of the bathroom shelf, seeing it fall into the wastebasket, thinking I need to fish that out, and then forgetting and throwing that trash bag away before I went to Tampa. I can't tell if this is a real memory, or my brain screwing with me.
Most of the weekend will be devoted to a long overdue apartment-wide cleaning. If the jade doesn't turn up...I hope I never have to tell Dad that I lost it.