GLOVE BOX LOVE...

Mood: exasperated.

I hate my car.

I hate my house.

Not being the tidiest of persons, I leave shit everywhere.

Hence, one lost playbook which needs returning three months ago.

One house torn apart looking for aforementioned playbook... I go to my car and there it is... in the frelling glovebox!

It was with me today when I went to see the play I needed to return said book for.

I don't wear gloves, so therefore all the other random detritus of my life goes in there.

Oh well, at least I have a scenic drive ahead of me tomorrow...

XD