Disorganization

My purse has all sorts of nice, neat little pockets built into it, one of which is the perfect size, shape for my cell phone. You'd think I'd use it rather than dig around in the bottom of the bag to find the bugger. Why is it that I can be so uptight that I have all my video tapes numbered and cataloged in an index, but I can't take a minute to stick my phone in a pocket where I'll find it easily?

I have a headache. I think I'm going to go home and nap tonight. Couldn't get to sleep last night, then when I finally did, was rudely awakened by some moron trying to start his car outside my window. The engine would turn over, the car would then squeal like a terrified rabbit with a megaphone for 10-30 seconds, then it would die. This repeated about 10 times before I got up and closed the window.

Only 11 days to Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back! Okay, I'm a Kevin Smith geek. I admit it.