I don't know how, I don't know why, but somehow my KGB t-shirt has become Erica's KGB t-shirt. It used to be mine. OK, to be fair, it used to be Daddy's. But he gave it to me. I had it for some time, and then I lost it. I asked everyone if they had seen it, and they all said no. I didn't see it for about a year, and then one day Erica is wearing it. And I point out that it's mine, and she says something like "Yeah, it is." And I never get it back.
Please ignore the tense change halfway through that last paragraph. I don't feel like going back and fixing it.
I need a hobby. I also need to clean my room. And to exercise more. And to clean my uniform before I fly tomorrow. Ah, what a thrilling life I lead.