Mommy? Is this the Twilight Zone?

So, between classes today I've been keying out plants for my collection, due at the end of the month. I finished keying out one specimen, put it back in its folded bit of newspaper, and wrote the name down in my field notebook (Polygonum virginiana, if you're that curious).

Then I turned around to pick up another piece of paper -- the one on which I've been keeping a list of the final ten plants I need to key out. I noticed that there were four names, and thought, "Hurray, this will make me halfway done!" I sat down again at my working station with the paper, picked up my pencil to write the new plant down --

And realized it was already there. I do not remember writing it down. I swear to you, I don't. (In fact, I've been disproportionately disappointed that this means I need SIX more plants instead of FIVE to round off my list of ten.)

I'm a little wigged out right now. Aaaaaand I think I'm going to stop staring at plants, for a while.

Four things.

1. Many hugs to stationary_jew.
   
   
2. I love you, Jim Butcher.
   
   
3. I am horrified: There's wrapping paper on sale in Kroger, and it's not even Thanksgiving yet. ... ... ... I gratefully bought some, and started wrapping Christmas presents tonight so that I can get the ungainly pile of hidden gifts out of my linen closet. (@set me=DORK:yes.)
   
   
4. Underripe persimmons may just be the vilest thing known to man.