I think I may possibly have lost my mind.
Seriously, it was *just here* a second ago. I had it… and now it’s gone.
This is starting to become a problem.
I lost my nerve last week. I tore the house apart, hunting for it, no luck.
Then I lost my peace of mind. I was out with a friend, I set it down when lunch arrived, you know how it is. I called the restaurant later but all they had behind the counter were a box of various phone chargers and a Jacksonville Jags ball cap.
I took the cap anyway.
When I left work yesterday, I lost my bearings. Had ’em one minute, the next I was all over the place. I argued with the GPS lady all the way home but it turned out she was right, and I apologized.
Over the last month or so I’ve lost my self-respect, my train of thought, my temper, my hair, my faith and my voice.
I haven’t seen my marbles in *years*.
And now I’ve gone through every drawer in the house looking for my mind. It’s gone. If I had thought about it, I would have put one of those tags on it so I could whistle or something and it would chirp and I could find it, but I didn’t.
I’d lose my own head if it wasn’t attached.