My Journal Has Gone Missing and I'm Blue

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I had it the other day. I wrote in it. 

But I never had a chance to set it up for today. Right before going to bed I got a Whatsapp message from my client.

He sent a gazillion files that I needed to upload into one file, separated. By State. No they didn't come in nice neat little clumps of New Jersey or Arizona. Hahahha. Nope. They came all mixed up, and with non-state files as well. 

And how do you sort through all that and put it into one nice, neat document?

I needed a file merger, which I downloaded, and then had to turn everything into pdfs and.... Look, I went to bed at about 1 am, and started working again this morning, finished the work at about 11:30, went to look for my notebook and... 

Can't find it. Small purple thing, if you happen upon it, pen attached. (sigh) return here.

Yeah part of me is scared that someone will read my deepest, darkest secrets, or my dreams and find them weirder than anything. My deepest darkest secrets aren't too ugly though, and no confessions of mass murder or anything, so, probably the biggest reaction (if anyone could read what I wrote is) boring! 

Mostly though I feel kind of adrift and lost, because that was part of me.

I liked my little notebook. I liked how the pages felt, and how the ink took. I liked how I set up my days. And I went to write in it and couldn't. 

I will likely find it somewhere near my bed, stuck in a sheet or blanket, or similar. 

But right now, feeling sad.

So I'll begin a new journal, and write how I'm sad. 

And pray that I'm the one to find that journal and soon.

(Could you guys all just check to see if it is in your house somehow? Wormholes are real you know.)