Obbsearching.

I went to sell my books back to the college...yeah...we all know what a rip off that is, right?  So, the math book has a CD with it, that of course I don't have.  I mean I probably have it...somewhere?  But where the fuck it is...is a whole nuther story.  So, anyway...they'll give me 27 dollars for the book without the cd, or 87 if I can find the CD. 

So, I spent part of the morning tearing up the house looking for the CD.  I knew where it was, nice and safe, until January when I rearranged and cleaned my house for an event.  There are a bajillion places it could be.

And, Magnum asked me if I knew the location of this old watch we've had kickin' around her for years.  I'm sure I put it somewhere safe. 

I'm a very obsessive person when it comes to things such as these.  I doubt I'll search for the CD...I'll probably just sell the book online...no bigs...but the watch...o, the watch.  I will be completely obsessed until I find the effin thing.