my camera is not at work. my camera is not at home. my camera is not in the car.

I cannot express to you how displeased I am. I know it was in the car. I think I left the car unlocked one night last week. I think perhaps, since I can no longer find my camera, that someone helped themself to it out of my car in my driveway.

My very nice Nikon camera. One 512 card and one 1 gig card. My two gig card is at home.

I’m so pissed at myself.

maybe I’ll get lucky and find it in my scooter’s storage compartment. But I know it’s not there. I know it was in the car.

6/23 was the last picture I uploaded to flickr that was taken with my camera. Coincidentally, that’s the last time I remember seeing my camera. I worked late, stopped by fedex on the way home. And remember having my camera with me…but maybe I put it in the storage compartment. Maybe. No, I had it on my person since I turned 1,000 miles on that ride.

Dammit. It would have taken me two seconds to check the scooter this morning. Why didn’t I?

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