Weird

So this morning I was determined to find my iPod if it was indeed somewhere in the house, but first I had to do some investigative work.

Unfortunately for me, once I took the anesthesia tablets, I don't remember much more than my shower, the next thing I recall (minus a few 3 to 4 second blerps) I was back on my couch with a Baskin Robbins mango smoothie in my hand. I was out of it for most of the day and night, and didn't even think about my iPod until Wednesday morning when I wanted to call my Eureka aunt to tell her that I was indeed coming and that I had tickets. [After a fiasco that occurred on Sunday I elected to employ the Contacts feature on the iPod because unlike most people in this society, I conveniently lack a cell phone and I frequently have my iPod on me when traveling, so I decided to make use of this feature]. Anyway, I went to look for the iPod to get the number and realized that I couldn't find it. Immediately I thought of the Surgery, and I remembered thinking about brining it with me. I checked my pants, and my white iPod headphones were quietly tucked away in my pocket along with a bag containing my four wisdom teeth.

This itself was a cause for alarm because I rarely separate my iPod from its headphones. As far as I was concerned, it was lost.

I searched the house and briefly looked through the car and found nothing.

I asked my Mom and she couldn't recall if I had brought it with me to the office, but I did remember that I was thinking about it. The next step was to call the office and see if anything turned up.

Problem: The office is closed on Wednesdays.

Thursday.

Kevin: My name is Kevin, I came in to get my wisdom teeth removed on Tuesday, I think in my drugged out state I may have left my iPod in the office somewhere. Has anything turned up?

Office: Kevin! Nice to hear that you are feeling better, it seems that we gave you too may of those pills because you were really out of it. I don't think anything has been turned in, but let me check with _____. No, nothing has been turned in, but we did see you listening to music on the way out.

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Okay. So these people not only knew who I was, but apparently I was listening to music while I was in this semi-conscious state. This also means that the iPod at least made it to Baskin-Robbins. One question that I want answered is- What the hell was I listening to while my teeth were being pulled out?

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Kevin: Mom, did I go in with you to Baskin-Robbins?

Mom: No, you could hardly walk.

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Hearing this is good news, sort of, because the probability of my iPod being in the hands of a stranger had been drastically reduced, but now I have to figure out where I'd put my iPod in such a state of mind? The oven? The refrigerator? Some unmarked cabinet?

I tore apart the house, but to no avail, my little iPod was nowhere in sight.

When my mom and brother came home from wherever they were for the day, my brother walks over to me and hands me my iPod, safe and unharmed.

He said that he found it in the backseat pocket, behind the passenger seat- right behind where I was sitting.

Whatever possessed me to put my iPod there will remain a mystery, but what didn't remain a mystery is what I was listening to. I synced my iPod with my computer and apparently I was listening to the Virgin Suicides and Half of The Pleasure Principle by Gary Numan.

Weird.