Today, I lost my mind. And my wallet.

Literally.

I'll give you the short version.

I forgot my stupid floppy disk in the Arts comp lab for the 3rd time.

And then proceeded to forget/misplace my wallet at the Museum of Anthropology.

I realised this 1 hour later when I went to get my copy card to print some journal articles at the library.

However, I assumed someone had stolen my wallet while it was in my bag, stored in an unlocked locker at the museum.

I frantically called a random mastercard number and was connected to not one, but two people in the UK. Hello? I said it was a Canadian account bitch!

Finally, after a half hour on the phone, I was able to cancel my card.

Fretted (read: cried/contemplated whoring myself out for bus fare) about how I was going to get home with no bus pass, no money and no id.

Decided that it wouldn't hurt to retrace my steps.

15 minutes later, retrieved my wallet from a waytoofuckinghappy security gaurd at the museum.

Thanked God that I'm one lucky-mutherfucking-Irish-bitch (with a whole bunch o' WOP).