Everybody needs a hobby

Over the last few months, I have developed a new hobby, and it seems to involve losing things. Now, that's entertainment! First it was my watch, and now it is my lease for my apartment. Can't for the life of me figure out where the hell I put it. ARG! It's not in any of the typical places where I usually leave fairly important papers.
I need this lease as I need it to renew it. All I really need to do is put new dates on it and initial. That's apparently how my landlords roll. Whatever.
There was a rather funny "My Name is Earl," tonight, on which they fly for the first time. The flight attendants go through the typical safety spiel, but when they get to bit about the oxygen masks, Earl says, "Ok, that's my stop. I'm getting off!" He then remarks to the flight attendant that they could at least add something about the plane not crashing.
Classic!
Then, he goes to the doctor to get pills to ease the flight anxiety...

"So, you have a fear of flying?"
"Not of flying, but of crashing. And dying."

I can definitely relate to that! I don't fear flying at all, it's the crashing and dying that rub me the wrong way.