Things that Appear and Reappear

My Clothes are Haunted. I'd finally reconciled myself to the fact that my navy blue tee shirt had disappeared for good, and bloody hell, it's been sitting behind my clothes rack all along? Curiouser and curiouser, my grey pleated skirt which I thought I lost two weeks ago was clipped perilously on the same hanger as my pinstripe pants. All that remains is for my grey tee-shirting dress [on the rack on Sunday not on Monday] to reappear and I've come full circle. Bizarre. I'd kind of convinced myself that my irritating flatmate had been taking my clothes and trying them on in his room... this distressed me because he's not a petite thing and I was worried he'd stretch everything out of shape, dammit. I think I'm losing my mind completely. I'm listening to the Raveonettes. I got the CD from the Library where I had a thirteen dollar fine. Ouch. I'm reading Brighton Rock. I'm drinking with Bella tonight. I haven't seen her for ever. My other male flatmate has developed America's Cup related insomnia and is rarely in bed before I get up for work. I bought new barrettes. I wear barrettes.