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CD: Oops. Where is my suit jacket? I need it tonight.
CD: I remember wearing it, and I remember not having a coat, and I don't remember being cold when I left, so I must taken it with me. Unless I took it off in the way home, it must be in the house.
CD: But it's nowhere in my room. What else could I have done with it.
CD: Wait... it feels a bit coat-shaped.
CD: Wait... I wondered why George had a coat on coat peg that looked so much like a jacket.
CD: *run downstairs* DOH!

But still, I'm proud that it's one of the few times I've deduced what I did with something, rather than just waiting until I made the same mistake again.

In other news, I'm officially secretary, and under pooh[1]. And at the housewarming I met lots of new lovely people with LJs and kissed more people than were good for me, though didn't kiss the most beautiful woman there[2] as much as I'd have liked to instead.

[1] That is, "under pooh" is a post, which I now hold officially, I'm not officially beneath pooh[3]
[2] She knows who she is.
[3] Or at least, I may be, but (1) that wasn't what I was saying and (2) I don't know that I am.
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