Listening to: Moby
Watching: Code Lyoko
Drinking: Mountain Dew Voltage
This is probably the dumbest thing ever to get upset about. I know I'm blowing it out of proportion, and I'm way more upset than I should be, but I visited my sister over the weekend and I brought my favourite Pillow from home...
I love my Pillow. My Pillow is like my child. It's got my favourite pillowcase on it as well, but now it's ALL. RUINED.
We stayed at a Hilton Inn for the night, and of course, I brought my damn Pillow with me. Yes, I keep capitalising Pillow because it's like my CHILD.
So anyways, I brought it with me to be my little reminder of home... My cute little comfy friend, because that's what pillows DO (<-- Moriarty voice)
And we left in a hurry, drove four hours home, I come home and lay down, opening up my laptop, and propping myself up against my.... wait.... what?.... WHAT? Where is---?!
I FORGOT MY PILLOW IN THE HOTEL ROOM.
OH MY GAWD. I'M HEARTBROKEN. It's my FAVOURITE PILLOW and it's GONE!
I don't even want to imagine what happened to it! OH GOD. What is a maid brought it home to her stinky dog to chew up?! Or they just left it in the room?
Rest assured, I'm calling them tomorrow. I don't give a sh*t, I'm getting my ruddy Pillow BACK. And I'd better! Mail me my sh*t back! I'll pay for shipping! I need my Pillow back.
I'm so sad over this.
Again, to you all, it's probably not a big deal, but I. AM. CRUSHED.