Kid #2 sent me a txt msg this morning asking if we still had a 3DS (Nintendo handheld game player) and I said yes and she wanted to know if we could get a certain game for it. So I stopped @ Gamestop and bought a copy THEN later I had to conduct a coordinated search to find the fucking 3DS thing to play the game on. Is it anywhere obvious, like at the back of my sock drawer? No, a couple of bayonets and a switchblade, and some socks, but no 3DS. Could it be in the box it came in? No? Here? There? Anywhere? In one of two 60-gallon storage boxes of clutter? No, dig through the first one. Could it be in the box of AR15 parts? No. In the box of stray cables? No. OK. Halfway through the SECOND 60-gallon box of clutter, ***I FIND IT***. And the fucking charger. I felt tremendous. Now I need to pack the mountain of clothing, boxes, posters, electronics, et cetera back into my closet. I mean "MOUNTAIN" since it's covering half the bed. But I found the 3DS for Kid #2 to play her game on. I feel... happy.