One of, anyway:

Being unable to find the memory card you quite clearly remember seeing this morning, despite having turned over every inch of every area in which it might be. Compounded by the fact that the entire apartment is clean as of last night, for once, so there’s no clutter to go through — everything is neat and in its place. Except that card.

I am trying my damn hardest not to cry right now. I don’t remember having been this frustrated in well over a year. It’s not just the frustration of not being able to find something. I had pictures on that card and while they aren’t Important pictures, I would still rather prefer to have them than to have lost them. (And now, that thought last night of, “Oh, I’ll load them later” feels oh so much more hurtful.)

Mmf.

ETA: Found it. Under the damn laptop. Simultaneously happy and damn Amanda you are such a fucking nitwit.