I haven't cursed this much in a long time.

[veek]

It's driving me up the wall. I may or may not have lost a notebook. If I've lost it, I've lost something like four to six months' worth of research.

(Yet I fail to despair. I have a Feeling that it's not irrevocably lost. Should this Feeling turn out to be incorrect, I'll be at a loss and an idiot.)

(Despair there isn't. Obsessive apartment-inside-out-turning, however, is abundant. Which means I am not doing the work that I should be doing. And am updating journal to boot.)