I am very stressed.
Tonight I spent about five hours searching my house high and low for a pair of jeans that I had ALREADY PACKED into my shiny new suitcase.
I was like a crazy woman. I knew that they were in my wardrobe. They had been hanging there for months. Now all of a sudden they were gone. I rifled through all of the clothes on the hangers about 5 times, threw onto my bed all of the neatly folded clothes that were sitting happily on the shelf, emptied the washing basket just in case they were hidden somewhere down at the bottom, upended a big bag of old clothes and then had to sit there refolding them so they'd all fit back into the bag I tore them out of (this was especially frustrating because the time I spent folding was valuable searching time) and I even dragged out old suitcases that hadn't been touched for well over a year.
In the mean time I had sent a frantic group text message to any of my girlfriends who I thought I may have had even the slightest chance of lending the jeans to or whose place I could have left them at (even though I knew I hadn't worn them for over a year so it was pretty much impossible) as well as a message to my old Finish housemate who is currently lounging in the sun in Turkey with her fiance at his parents' expense, called my mum just to tell her of my hopeless story and sent her a few pathetic 'it's all over, they're gone, they can't be anywhere else' SMSs.
On the up side, I did multi task a little and pack up quite a lot of my apartment into neat little boxes in the process rather than just ripping the place to pieces.
I really need a holiday.