I did the almost the same thing when I was about 13 or 14, running around the house getting more and more frustrated and agitated looking for a coat which, of course, I was wearing.
I really, really need to remember to have my glasses handy when I take out my contact lenses. Because once the lenses are out, I can’t see a damn thing, and then I play the “pat hands blindly across all the surfaces in the house” game, hoping to come across my glasses.
And I often have three coffee cups going at one time, because I’ll make myself a coffee without remembering that I just did that 20 minutes ago.
My brain works perfectly, except when I walk through the magic doorways. You know, the ones giving out the short-term memory erasure pulses? Like when you stand up to go get something in another room, walk through the magic doorway, and it’s like a bug zapper got that brain cell.
Just yesterday I spent an hour frantically looking for the Nintendo DS I had just bought for my daughter the DAY BEFORE to wrap for Christmas. I felt like such an idiot when I found it in my dresser drawer already wrapped.