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You know those days where you spend forty-five minutes or more rushing around looking for something when you know where you put it but no matter how many times you look for it where it belongs it's clearly not there and you run to look in increasingly less-likely hiding places and then back at the first place and you go through this cycle over and over and over and just as you're about to give up entirely you find it--

yes, it's right in the place where it was supposed to be all along, and it is calmly sitting there, with what is clearly a practiced lack of expression on its lack of a face, almost certainly snickering at you in some mysterious inanimate way?

I might be having one of those days.