LOST.

Wanna know how to make a 34 year old gay man cry?

Take away his Prada sunglasses.  

I have no idea where I left them.  Frantically, I searched through all of my things and looked high and low in Will's house, but for the life of me, I have no idea where I left my sunglasses.  It would be easy for me to call it karma, but I know that I would never absent-mindedly leave my sunglasses anywhere.  What's worse is now whenever I'm on the bus or walking around town, I'm forced to look at people rather than hide my eyes behind the big wraparound that I've come to love so much.  I refuse to give up the search.

I'll keep you posted.