I'm a loser.

I have a horrible habit of losing things. Most of the time it's just my cell phone, which I've carelessly set down and which a friend must call in order for me to hear it and determine its location. Other times it's my keys, which happened a lot while I was living in the dorm at UW and which resulted in my holding the record for highest number of lockouts.

In January I lost my capo and, needing it to play a song i was learning on the guitar, I purchased a new capo. Then a couple months later I found it under my couch, which I swore I had checked numerous times.

In February it was my compact Bible, which I had only purchased in November and which, after a month of searching and calling various Lost & Found offices, I became certain it was left on the bus and some lucky individual had discovered it and been changed by it. I bought an identical replacement about a month ago.

In March I shelled out $100 to my condo manager for a spare building key to give my parents. I had taken off my own key from my key ring so that I could closely examine and compare the cuts. Then 15 minutes later as I was leaving my place, I couldn't find my key and so I used the new key for the time being, fully expecting to find my own key that night upon my return.

Then today, after moving my spare couch in the hopes of finding the key in the same way I found the capo, I found the Bible, but I have yet to locate the key.