1:22

Generally speaking, endeavors to locate anything in my bedroom end fruitlessly.  Tonight, I went hunting for a pale beige nail polish so my nails wouldn't look so dreadful for my interview on Friday, but I got distracted and read a quarter of a 1960s grammar book before I remembered I had walked through the door with a goal.  I never found the nail polish I was seeking and have since resigned myself to the idea of buying a new one tomorrow.  I did, however, find the previously missing top to one of my swimsuits, half a pack of cloves I must have lost when I was still in high school and a small water gun from approximately the same era.  Typical.