The Super Blond.

I really can not believe my own abilities.
Am as useless as a one-legged man in an ars-kicking competition, indeed. Or perhaps it is my unconcious disability to succesfully reconform withing the (undefined but obvious and generally accepted) boundaries of regular human society.
Just loaded the washing mashine, put it on and suddenly realized when went on to do some phone calls, that the phone is no where to be found. I mean the room persists on resembling a World War II explosion site but you still can see things.
Ooooh I was sending very strong and positive thoughts to the phone not to be brainwashed and spinning with the post-china cultural (as in penicilin-like) remains.
I could fully understand how that could happen being a true self-believer and in the results of some of self's actions.

It survived the bomb attack!!!
After alarming my new, am v.sure already astonished and impressed housemates, was found among the toileteries under a paper bag right in the centre of the main action.
Fooooooo.
Doh!