I decided to move part of my stash to make it more accessible, so I put it in a decorative bag that's been sitting on my clothes dryer for months. It had a small bar of soap. Hiding in plain sight? Brilliant!
Then, I got paranoid that someone would do laundry and notice something different about it, so I moved it again. It turns out that someone DID do laundry before I woke up, so I feel like I made the right call.
Now, I can't remember where I hid it. Yeah, of course, I did this while I was high.
This sounds like bad thing, but it really just means...
I get to be a detective!
There's a bit of a thrill in this: return to the scene of the crime (the dryer), then look for clues that would help me to solve the case. It's fun when I figure out what happened, but somewhat less fun when you do this to someone else's things and they're expecting you to find it quickly.
The case is still on-going, but I am determined. I should probably look for it when I'm not high, but where would the challenge be in that?
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