PDA be Gone
February 23rd, 2005
I have not seen my PDA for about a week now. I have drawn three major conclusions as to what may have happened to it.
a) it is somewhere in the vast layered mess which is my room
b) I forgot it in one of my classes and it was picked up by someone who decided not to return it to the office or to me, despite the fact that it says my name all over it and it has a copy of my timetable in it, so they would know exactly where in the school I am at any given time.
c) aliens from beneath Europa, a moon of Jupiter’s icy exterior stole my PDA so that they could sample some fine human litterature.
Considering that I am a pretty bad writer, I doubt that c) is the case.
I’m not all too worried about it. Usually when I lose something I start panicking, but at the moment I have some things that are much more important to be stressed over, i.e. my grades, the band recording, and various other projects.
It’s not as if there was anything important in my PDA. There were some short stories and poems that I have copies of on my computer, some addresses for people I never send letters to, and some games I never play. In fact, in terms of an organizational device, I found that it took too much organization to carry around my PDA with me to complete the task that the back of my hand and a pen did just fine.
Of course, there is a chance that it will show up yet.