Life. It's Really Happening, Isn't It?

Since I moved into my new apartment in March I’ve owned 4 plates, the exact same 4 plates. I know this because one day I walked down to Wegmans, bought a set of 4 plates, and brought them upstairs to my apartment where I've placed food on them, carried them from my kitchen counter to either my couch or desk, eaten food off them, carried them back to said kitchen counter, placed them in my dishwasher, washed them, and then placed them in their respective cabinet spot so the whole thing can start all over again. At no time have any of these plates remotely come close to finding themselves in any part of my tiny apartment other than the aforementioned places, so any dreams of an idea of them leaving my apartment is beyond absurd.

And yet now I have 3 plates. One is missing, and it's outside of my realm of possibilities re: what the fuck could've happened to it.

So...that's where we are right now, people.