.... and better ...

and now my lunchbox is missing.

i don't know whether someone stole it or i misplaced it.

in any case, it is quite upsetting to me, because my lunchbox was cool and i was fond of it.


i'm kind of waffling between the first two kubler-ross stages of grief about it, denial and anger. i wish i could trust my own brain better to know whether took it out of the rounding room with me somewhere while i was on call, or if i left it in there for someone to steal after the residents ate the candy i brought them in it.