Idag er det ikkje berre håret mitt som er rotete, men sjølve meg. Eg finn ikkje kortlesaren min med minnekortet til kameraet i. Ikkje finn eg sminken min, eller den boka eg hadde planar om å lese på nattevakt i natt. Eg trur eg dør. Dessutan så finner eg ikkje kortlesaren til visakortet heller. Verda hadde vore perfekt dersom ein kunne ringt på alt ein mangla.

In Plain English

Today is one of those days when I simply cannot seem to find anything at all. My make-up is missing, my usb-cable and my memory card for my camera. The book I had decided to read tonight during the night-shift is also a-vol. I think I am going to die. Not to mention the fact that the card-reader for my visacard is also gone. I wish for a world where you could call all your missing things.

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