Here is a continuation of yesterday's 'key adventure':

Immediately after posting my last entry, I found my car key. It was under the couch cushion that I was sitting on. The same one that I swear I had checked several times before... But, despite the apparent discrepancy in reality, I was happy. I had my key back and that's all I wanted.

Right away I got into my car and dropped off some film at CVS. Then I went to Moe's to grab a bite to eat. The whole time I was thinking "Man... It's so good to have found my key."

After eating it was time to pick up the Uhaul and start moving my stuff. I went into my room, started to change into shorts and OH MY GOD MY KEY IS GONE AGAIN!

I hadn't been at home for more than an hour, and I was sitting on a couch close to the entire time! It had to be somewhere right? I searched the house. I mean SEARCHED. Beds were flipped, couches moved, cushions thrown, deities cursed... No. This time the key was gone. I'm not into any new age, mystic, psuedo-science, bama lama, but it was clear that there were conspiring forces at work here beyond my knowing. My key cannot walk, nor does it have the will to. And yet, it's moved beyond my premises as if it's thought of a place it'd rather be, become bipedal, and relocated.

But no, that's just silly... I was going to move most of my stuff out of the house, so it'd be sure to pop up, right? Well, that day I moved almost everything I own, and meticulously searched each object before placing it into the Uhaul. Then, after moving everything out, I searched the house again. Nothing. The Houdini Key made its grand escape. Free at last. Free to live it's life however a footed key with the ability to make choices chooses.

The motherfucker.