Last night I went with a friend to the Science Club and drank too much wine. I kept reminding myself not to forget my sunglasses, which were pushed off to the side of table (note to self: you carry a large purse for a reason. next time, place sunglasses inside purse).
So of course I left them there.
After I got home and went to bed, I kept waking up from these horrible dreams in which I'd lost my sunglasses. And I kept waking up and saying to myself, "Megan, they're just sunglasses. Why are you being like this? This is not important."
Today I went back to the bar, where the very nice bartender found my sunglasses for me.
I think my brain is actively trying to find something to worry about the way I worried about my thesis for, oh, 18 months.