Well what a wonderful f***ing morning this has been, I do my damn laundry, I put it in my damn basket, including my favorite shirt. I wake up this morning to find that it's gone. Someone in my house decided to be a complete twat and move some of my laundry to a different basket, I know because my favorite shirt was missing. Now, I have a rule about messing with my sh*t, to avoid injury, do not, under any circumstances, mess with my sh*t, especially in the morning, when I'm more prone to slap a bitch. I eventually found my shirt. Moral of the story "It's called a morning routine for a reason, don't f*** it up"