Remote location?

Shite! I lost the TV remote. I checked the basement, the car, the sink and underneath the couch cushions all to no avail. Living in a small house you wouldn't think such a thing would even be possible.

Alas, I'm in project mode. Project mode includes a flurry of activity during which something could easily be misplaced. Worse yet, this particular project is approaching "crunch time." You see, I'm making a Halloween costume. And although Halloween is a few weeks away, I'm actually attending a party on Saturday night. Furthermore, since the party is out of town and I'm leaving the day before, my costume has to be ready by Friday. Which helps explain why I've spent tonight gluing, stapling, fabric dyeing, and duct taping portions of ghoul couture.

But where is the remote? My best guess is that I had it in my hand when I went to collect one or more of the sundry items required to construct my costume. I suppose I probably set it down somewhere, but where could it be? Seriously, this is driving me nuts! Granted, a person of weaker constitution (and perhaps more intelligence) would have given up the search by now and gone to bed.

I however, appear to be content watching the same channel. This in spite of the fact that Mario Lopez is bugging the crap out of me! Oh wait, Entertainment Tonight is over... now they're showing an informercial for the Good Feet store.

Dear GOD! I need to find the remote.