I'm in mourning. My journal has definitely vanished off of the face of the earth. After much digging through my cognitive fog, I finally remembered that I left it in the restroom outside of my doctor's office. So I called my doctor's office, hospital security (home of the lost and found), and the janitorial service. Everyone was super helpful, but no journal.
Yesterday, I went back to my doctor's office and then visited every other office on the floor and asked if anyone had turned in my journal. Again, everyone was very sympathetic and extremely helpful. But, all to no avail. I even went back in the restroom and checked out the stall - just in case it had been sitting in there for five days...And of course, it wasn't there.
So, I've given it up for dead. I'll tell you what - I'd rather lose my wallet a hundred times over than lose my journal once. It is really a tough blow. It's like losing a close confidant. Plus this was absolutely my favorite journal - the best one I'd made.
And I'm not even thinking about someone actually reading my journal. There's nothing I can do about it so it makes no sense to panic or fret. What is is.
So, in the interim, I'm keeping a journal on some leftover paper from the lost journal. I just can't get pysched yet to get going on making a new journal. The love just isn't there.
This bout of cognitive dysfunction was by far and away the worst I've experienced - almost ran a very red light, lost my journal, almost lost my coat and on and on and on. But I bet I will never ever misplace my journal ever again. I figure that I had to go through this experience once and last week was that once. So, no more and never again.
8:12:08 PM 
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