My apartment eats things

Like my watch. I know my watch was in my purse one minute (I’d taken it off and put it in my purse when I was out because I didn’t want to get a watch tan) and the next minute, it wasn’t. I remember seeing it in my purse and I was standing right beside my coat rack. And then it was gone. It has to be in my apartment somewhere, right?

And then there is the case of the missing articles. I’d printed up two journal articles that I wanted to read and when I went to read them, I couldn’t find them anywhere. I thought, “oh, perhaps I left them at the lab (where I’d printed them up)”, but I went to the lab and they aren’t there either. I’m sure I brought them home and my apartment decided that they would make a nice midnight snack.

I’m typing this posting in my office on campus, because I don’t want my apartment to know that I’m on to it…

4 Replies to “My apartment eats things”

  1. I wish you well.
    Until you figure out the mystery I would recommend that you stop bathing, to make yourself stinky and unappealing to your apartment.

    J

  2. We have the same problem, although I think with us a burglar must be involved. A lot of mornings I wake up to find a lot of our booze missing, and I think the thieves must use ether on us or something, because I also end up with a few cobwebs on the brain.

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