I Gotta Stop Leaving Shit On My Car

I dunno if it's ADHD or stress, the impending fall of democracy or what— but I keep leaving shit on my car and forgetting about it.  Last week after band practice I had set my refillable water bottle in the crevasse at the base of my windshield where the wipers are.  Then talked to my band for a few minutes and then headed home.  Just after pulling out of the parking lot I realized I didn't have my bottle with me.  I just thought that I had left it in the studio and decided I didn't need it that bad so I left it.  Then about 4 miles later I made a hard right turn and something on my hood made a clunking noise.  I looked out my windshield to see what it was and I saw my water bottle stuck in the corner of that trough at the base of the windshield and gyrating with my windshield wipers. Immediately I remembered putting it there when I got out of the rehearsal space. So then I pull over and grab it.  My bassist who was not far behind me see's me and pulls over thinking I'm having car trouble.  I excitedly tell him what happened and he either doesn't understand why I'm excited or doesn't care.  He shakes his head and drives off once he realizes my car isn'y broke down. 

Remember the iPad I got for free from the internet company who tried to lie to me saying I had to pay for another month of service to get the free iPad, right before I cancelled them? This morning I decided to take THAT iPad, to work.

Yesterday I used THAT iPad to do a still-life painting of my Fig Newtons. 

I put that iPad which I have been using to draw cool shit, on the roof of my car in the garage before leaving for work so I could throw away a dog poo bag and move a box.

Then again, oblivious to the iPad on my roof I got in my car and drove to work like it was just another day. At a stop sign about a mile into my drive I heard a crunch under my tire I took note because maybe it was glass or something that could fuck up my tire but just kept on going. (Actually, shit. Remind me to check my tire when I go to lunch) About another mile later it started pouring rain so I started to roll my windows up and noticed my iPad, which I remember taking off the table when I left the house, was NOT on the seat next to me. Immediately I remembered the crunchy thing I ran over and freaked out. There was an incident a few years ago where I backed out of a parking space and heard a slow crunch. Got out to check and it was my favorite pair of sunglasses. Smashed to smithereens. All of these thoughts flooded my brain as I pulled over into the El Pueblo Market parking lot to check the roof of my car. It was still raining and with a heart full of dread and fear I slowly got our and gazed across the roof of my car. Huzzah, my iPad still where I left it. Some water on the cover but no damage. Heart attack over. A water bottle I can handle being flung off my car and abandoned on the side of the road, I mean, there's some stickers that have sentimental value but an iPad, that's pretty significant.

What the fuck is wrong with me?