Lost Keys: A Heartfelt Plea For A New Jacket

Been awake for more than 48+ hours. A nerve-wracking presentation on Wednesday. An horrendous stat physics assignment on Friday.

We tried to mount a united assault on the assignment Thursday night until we all could take no more.

Had a senile moment, could not remember where my bike was parked. Took me about half an hour to look for it in every possible parking spot. It was parked at the Union House. Have no recollection how it managed to be there in the first place. Most probably the combination of very little sleep and lack of brainpower, sapped dry by the villainous assignment.

Bitterly cold on the ride home. But when I reached home, could not find my keys anywhere. I patted myself up and down, here and there. Digression: If the Divinyls - I Touch Myself was playing at the moment, my actions can be described as something teetering on the borders of lewd behaviour. End Digression.

Then I noticed that there is a large hole in my jacket pocket. Lucky, I was seriously considering performing a full body cavity search...

Hopped on my bike again and cycled again all the way back to uni, retracing my steps. Found it lying in the middle of Royal Parade, literally.

Lack of a decent meal for almost 3 days, not enough sleep, bloodshot eyes, fatigue. Combine all that and the chances of me finding that jumble of keys is probably as ridiculous as the Perak political stand off. But find it I did.

Finally able to enter the house, didn't even bother to change. Sleeping in your jeans will leave you with suspicious markings all over your body.

The main point of this long-winded and at times incoherent post: my jacket has a large hole in it. Anybody care to get me a new one. Size M. Any colour except pink.

If you can read all this without feeling any sense of guilt or pity, you are a cold hearted Mr. Scrooge. New jacket please.

Yes, I am that desperate.