KEYS.

I have always had a thing about keys. Primarily, losing them. Or thinking I lost them. These days, between an hour to a half hour before I have to go, I'll start looking for my key. First around my spot, then the nearby tables and floor, our room, and then the kitchen. Usually I find it right on that little shelf next to the door. The logical place. The place where, if I was coming or going, that would be where I put my key.

I'm generally a pretty logical person.

But for some reason, my key isn't there until I look everywhere else, occasionally working myself up into a panic; Even if I leave the door unlocked, my roommate will leave after, and he will lock it. And not be back for oh god I don't even know how long. Sometimes it's two hours, sometimes it's all daaay. So I'd be  exhausted, emotionally and foodily drained, dehydrated, and sunsick before he came home. So I've got good motivation to keep track of it.

I just wish I didn't get completely neurotic for two hours before I leave (or sometimes even, the night before)