“Now where did I leave my car keys!”

This describes me far too well. I wish it was satire.

Unmedicated AD4K comes with coping mechanisms like presuming your brain glitched a few hours ago, setting up the current situation you find yourself challenged with.

So, more like: looking forward to getting home to do a few relaxing things and unwind before finally getting to bed at a reasonable hour (earnestly mean to, every time), but when you clock out you don’t see your bike locked up with all the rest. Since going back up to the security office would shatter those increasingly at-risk evening plans, you shoot off an email to them while hoofin’ it to the public transit stop. En route home, you mentally reconfigure your after-work plans, adding in a bonus thing here and there to make up for the recent BS with the bike, and end up with a better setup than before anyhow. You get all the way to your place, set your keys down and see your bike hanging up where it belongs, but your car isn’t in the drive. Because you drove to work this morning.