i have this problem of forming strong attachment to inanimate objects.
my crab, for one. i lost it last year during prom, and after i realised i lost it i wailed, banged my pillow, called the hotel, faxed over a lost and found, offered a reward, went down personally to be unreasonable, inflicted myself on friends and cried over the last picture hj took of it.
and yesterday i've lost my bright yellow bottle, which i adore, and i'm in pieces cause i don't know where to find the cleaners in the bloody big school. it really really disturbs me to think of it in the bin, or some sweaty ugly guy/powder-smothered girl using it.
and i can't concentrate on my work and i feel like shit.
