Lost. One Baby.

I'm lost because it's lost. Reward - $50 - if anyone can return my baby to me. Not that that will probably excite the meanie that took my camera, but all the same. Please?!

I hate how clumsy I am with things. Why can't I be organised; why can't I manage my belongings in an orderly, controlled fashion? What's wrong with me?!

I'm past being angry - now I'm just sad. I can't afford a new one. Please, if you took it from the PE Dance room, where I stupidly (oh-so-stupidly) left it two Saturdays ago, please please please return it to the OUSA, so that we can be reunited.