Let Me Tell You A Horror Story

Where's my head at?

So this morning, as I stopped at a salon to ask about the price of highlights, I realized I didn't have my mom's cell phone with me. Turns out I left it at my Herbalife club...again.

Now, that's not the horror story. I think only Becca (and those who cannot survive with the item I am about to mention) will be able to understand the temporary panic I experienced today.

After I finished my latest checked out book, I decided to head to the library. This led to getting my book bag and checking to make sure I had everything I needed.

Notebook? Check.

Pen/Pencil bag? Check.

Folder with needed paperwork? Check.

Mom's bills and money for money orders? Check.

Eleven letters to mail because Stephen challenged me to apply at 25 different places? Check.

USB to save Rosie's resume?

....

USB to save Rosie....USB? USB?! USB!!!!!

WHERE THE HELL IS MY USB!!!!

Oh no! I must have left it at the library on the USB port of computer number fourteen yesterday afternoon when I went to print out ten copies of my cover letter!!!

My USB is out there, somewhere, in someone else's hands! How could I be so stupid!!!

A phone is one thing but my USB!

NOOOOOOO!!!!

I can buy a new one, ask Becca to e-mail me all the notes on our story she has, redo my resumes and cover letters (I have hard copies). I can upload my stories from fanfic onto my USB. I have yet to type out any of my other stories....the only thing I may be losing is a couple of ideas that I've written in letters to Becca (which she has finished typing up and will be emailing to me soon, right Beccs?)...the only thing I am losing is my grandparents' phone number (the ones I never call) and I can always call my aunt and ask her for it...

So no need to panic...just get a USB...if no one turned it into the front desk...if someone decides to keep it...and read what I have saved in it......

Someone out there, some stranger, could be reading MY story ideas, MY stories, snooping around MY thoughts and ideas and....

How could I be so stupid?!?! Why did I not look into password protecting my USB?

Panic attack comes back!

MY USB!!! The horror! The horror!

I got to the library, checked computer 14 USB port...nothing.

Oh no! Oh no!

Asked the computer room desk clerk and watched her check her drawer...nothing.

THE HORROR!!!

Then asked the front desk librarian...watched her open her drawer...rummage through the pens...pulled out something wrapped in paper with writting on it...

MY USB!

Oh, USB, please forgive me. I shall never again leave you behind. Never again will I risk you to be exposed to the eyes of strangers. I shall guard you jealously, from this moment on, with my own life. Forgive me, USB, forgive me.

Never again will I take you for granted. As I carry you out to the cruel, cruel world, I will hold you upon my chest, hang you around my neck and brand your presence upon my very brain.

Never again will I leave you behind forgotten or may a bear come up the street and eat me alive.