Nothing pisses me off in the morning like waking up to find my new Tori Amos CD isn't in my D drive anymore. It is not in its case either, which eliminates all possibility that I would be responsible for losing it, because if I take my CD out of the drive, I put it in its case. I've never lost one CD in my entire life.

So that means that Beloved Peanut's Friends either put it somewhere it'll take me lightyears to find it or just left with it.

I will fucking kill them.