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I really can be exceptionally stupid

This one takes a bit of explanation.

Slightly away from my apartment is a small shack-like structure which I've used for storage - my books, bookshelves, and moving boxes. This shack comes with no lock, but you can lock the door with a normal master keylock. As I am moving to Austin this upcoming Friday, I figured it behooved my to go grab the boxes that I might pack.

However.

In the past, now and again, I would go out to the shack when I was bored and grab a few books out of it. Since I didn't want to do this particularly often, I started, every time I did so, hiding the key somewhere, ideally, so I would forget, have to find it, and get annoyed. However, every time I did so, I would easily remember where I had put it, rehide it someplace even more obscure, and hope to forget for the next time.

Well, guess what? It worked this time. I forgot entirely. And have spent the last halfhour or so tearing my apartment apart trying to find it.

Sigh.