Sunday, 30 December 2001 | Turn into someone who

It's unlike me to leave things behind, but right now my keys are sitting in the back of Nate's car, and my toboggan is at the movie theater, probably either stuck to the dark floor or on the head of a theater employee. I'm not going to turn into someone who locks her keys in her car or has to regularly collect things she left behind, having to cancel ATM cards, get her driver's license reissued, or call AAA to help her break into her car. I'm not going to start showing up at concerts with left-behind tickets, donating layers of my wardrobe to backs of chairs at restaurants, or driving away from the gas station without my gas cap in place, my signal light perpetually blinking as I drive straight down the highway. OK? No left-on ovens or headlights, no taking pictures with my lens cap on. It's not time for that yet.