The neverending saga

About an hour after my last post, in a hypoglycemic frenzy to get to the second floor vending machine, I lost my wallet again. No worries though. I got in touch with my old friend St. Anthony and not a minute later U.B. was calling to let me know my wallet had been turned in. Immediately after that phone call, I went to hang a measuring cup on it's designated hook and serendipitously located the missing keys. I am beginning to suspect that I am unknowingly caught up in a cosmic game of "hot and cold" with the universe. Or that St. Anthony really missed me and was trying to get my attention. Also, I would like to point out that whenever an item goes missing, I am eiether drunk or hungry... or both.