I lose things. Regularly. I would lose my head if it wasn't on my shoulders. I've never lost my keys, my wallet, or my phone, but I've left textbooks and coats all over this building for hours until I realized I was missing them, went back, and they were there. I've left my bookbag while I ran across the street for coffee and it's been undisturbed. I forget my planner, on the other hand, the one thing I could lose that's of no value to anyone but me, and it's grown legs and in none of the places it should be. ARRRRRRRRRRGH.