Crap. I think I’ve lost my house keys.
Or rather, I can’t admit to myself that I have, almost certainly, lost my house keys.

This is more than a little inconvenient, given that I have to move my belongings into said house for which I have no keys tomorrow morning, when nobody will be home to let me in. Justin is working late tonight at the store, I’m heading out to Taste of the Danforth and then am staying over at , [please help her find a male strip club in Toronto!]and ‘s place tonight, so will have to get newly-cut, potentially non-functional keys from JVL tomorrow morning first thing. This situation is rife with the possibility of disaster.

Sigh. Also? It means I’ve lost the key to the garden shed, my bike lock key, and worst of all, my little green plastic penguin alarm-clock keychain that Justin brought me back from Thailand. I’ve looked all over, called in to the lost & found desks at my work, the TTC and the GOTrain… nothing.

Maybe I should start looking into some more serious solutions. Like an alarm key chain – I could order it from Amazon.com and save on shipping. Or get this rechargable remote finder thingy. Here’s the cheapest version I’ve found, that answers when you whistle for it. Oh whatever. Maybe I just have to keep better track of my keys.