I live in a tiny house. 4m x3m is the bed dining and lounge. another 2x4 through one of 2 doors out of it, for a kitchen, or a bathroom.
small.
yet comfortable.
almost like a cell.
in fact, if the main room was 1m wider, it'd have 2 people, a set of bunks, a toilet, and a basin.
cue flashbacks.
and I've lost my phone in there somewhere.
4 hrs+ I been looking. I'm sure I just put it on top of something. but what?
at first, I thought it was just still in bed, but after annihilating that corner . . .
and then the lounge room . . .
( however, I DID remember to look in the 'secret spot' that had claimed my tv remote.
for 6
whole
weeks...)
yeah... 4 inches from the hip. in the crack
of the arm
and chair.
... didn't I feel like a dick?
anyways, so I'm walking around aimlessly. with ADHD.
and an inspection tomorrow.
so I can't 'do my usual'
which is basically just get everything, and pile it in 1 corner of the room...
and go through it systematically, into plastic tubs
perhaps a dash of spectrum in there.
'... I don't know yet I'm too scared to get tested.' - Marshal Mathers as Eminem - I’m Shady
dammit... focus... tell the story... get to the punchline
so ... yeah...
im walking around, no real focus... well other than to find the phone, and peering behind random things... i feel like the prison warden trying to find the contraband.
oh... theres more ...
lemme copypaste the previously told story, cos, lazy... well... not so muc that... i thrive on interaction. im a teacher, a learner, a ... i bounce...
if theres no back and forth ... meh...
bought a new phone. made a new email. didnt write down the pass. cant find phone, got on pc to google find it, cant remember pass. dont have an associated email. so it sent me an sms. ... to retrieve the new pass... to find the phone ...
(forgot to add )