I discovered that the person who picked up my shiny black MP3 player (named Avon, by the way) from the Teviot, where I lost it Saturday at a pre-Nanowrimo getogether, evidently thought "Cool! Free MP3 player!" and not "Oh, someone lost an MP3 player, let me hand it in to lost property".
I don't think that counts as an accomplishment.
I also lost my day ticket, but I don't think that counts as an accomplishment either.
Perhaps I'll pay my phone bill.
I had two fillings. The dentist asked me twice if I was OK. I spent 40 minutes or so remembering to breathe, trying not to shake, and working out prime numbers - I didn't even get as far as 97: I was still trying to work out 91 in my head when he told me we were done.
[EMBARRASSED UPDATE: It turned out I had not dropped my shiny black MP3 player in the Teviot, I had dropped it when I got home. I found it again. I am relieved and embarrassed.]
