Milena Velba Groping From Santa

hunting down my note

That damned piece of paper.
I can see him AGAIN not.
Every time I need him he is swallowed by the earth. And I remember exactly as I did the last time ... three days after I had actually used it ... have found in any book, I thought to myself, "Ha this time you put him down there, as you'll see him again for sure."

But where was that again?

I would love properly, would have liked the neatness in person. But it's not easy. Whenever my room again looks as if a storm raged in it, I clean for hours in a marathon campaign for anything, it looks like three days when no one living here and then my order will return to the nerves and I start the floor to use as a wardrobe ...

If only I knew where I note that damn ...