Icky start to the week

Not 'terrible'. Just that: icky.

Started out by arriving by my desk only to discover that my index-finger ring was missing. My mum gave me that ring years and years ago and I'd even just had it fixed. I have no idea how I lost it (and part of me is still in denial, hoping against hope that I actually left it at home -- but I'm pretty sure I had it on when I left the house). I'm pretty sure I put my fingerless gloves on in the parkade -- I remember because I dropped my pass and it was tricky to pick it up with my gloves on (the thumbs are fully covered and a tad big for me). I could have lost the ring then, but I would have felt it slipping off...

And once in the street, it took me like a quarter of a block to pop on the mitten part of my finger-less gloves (they're very cool, actually. Kind of like 'convertible mittens'), so in theory that would have made it almost impossible for me to lose my ring with them on. Still I searched and searched inside the mittens, inside my pockets -- I even retraced my steps all the way back to my car, but nothing.

Am v. sad.

And to top it off, I'm feeling less than wanted right now... Many days have gone by, and I'm told I have been missed... yet at the first chance to see me, to really-really see me, something else (non-prioritary) takes precedence.

*sigh*

Could this be PMS again??? Already???

Crap.

I guess calendar-wise, it's not impossible.

Crap. I hate feeling this way.

And I hate losing things that are dear to me.