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Five Things I Need to Find

By revolutionaire.
1. My fourth memory card for my Canon. I think it fell out of the hood zipper pocket when I forgot to zip it back up. Could be in my car, could be in my room. It's probably in the car.

2. The cable that connects my Canon to my computer. I needed this badly the other night and it was no place to be found. And that totally irritated me. Anyway, I have no clue where this would be. The only place I've ever even used it is at my home computer and it's not there. I'm guessing for some reason I've shoved it in some bag thinking it was something else. . . good luck to me finding it.

3. EDIT: FOUND IT! A letter to me. I believe this letter is in the back pocket of my car. It's in an envelope (or with an envelope) that says "Good Days" on it. I distinctly recall reading this letter in sections while I drove. Then I believe I had to clean off my passenger seat to let someone ride there. That's how it ended up in a different place than the other two letters in that series.

4. A ticket to the October 5th Against Me! concert at Common Grounds. I've put my feelers out as best I can about this show. All I can do now is hope for the best and then show up to Common Grounds on Sunday night anyway. I already wrote one blog about this, I'm not going to take too much time to write more.

5. The money to get a tune-up for my car. It needs one. I've noticed a difference in the way it sounds, idles, accelerates, and clutches. I know it needs the tune-up, but it's a matter of doing it and not being flat broke.

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