i'm a loser

    Really that's not some sort of melodramatic, self pitying statement, I lose things all the time.  I've always been the type of person who'll have to spend an extra ten minuets looking for things before going out the door.  My parents told me the solution to this problem is organization.  So a few years ago I decided to organize myself and now live in an well regulated bubble.
    My bookshelves are lined up alphabetically by author, dvds by genre, the linen closet looks like something Martha Stewart would be proud of.  I have storage systems that separate odds and ends combined with obsessive habits like putting my glasses and keys in the same place when I come in the door.  Everything has a place and they are always where they should be.
    Here's the problem - I still lose things!  Not all the time but every once in a while things go missing.  In those moments I take comfort in my last area of mess, the basket on the coffee table.  Overflowing with books, knitting, loom bits, camera lenses, and external hard-drives I can always find exactly what I need in this basket.  Sometimes mess is nice, especially if you live in the land of neat.