The Case of the ZZZ's

I have a little problem with misplacing things. Usually its something that most people in 27 years of life would have figured out a simple system for. For me, its keys. I lose them, forget them, misplace them like you wouldn't believe.
So last night i come home very late from my new gig as a club dancer slash promoter slash im always exhausted slash probably not going to last much longer and i find myself at my door. By now its approaching 3am. I had to stay and wait for an hour at work for a meeting. Its a meeting that many communist Chinese have to bear. Its the one where the employer decides that everyone must sign a year contract. Basically there are no workers rights and the contract further enforces this. If you decide you want to quit you can expect to forfeit your months pay and other fun stuff. After this Stalin-esk meeting everyone claps.
I'm exhausted and i'm at my door. Only then do i realize that i have no keys. Thanks be to lithium-ion batteries that keep your making calls way past the point depletion i begrudgingly call my room mate. "yeah its me. I'm outside the door again.... i dont know where they are that's why im still outside... Probably at the club or maybe in my desk at the school. Yeah... yeah i know.... I'll do that....I... I... Is it okay if we continue this conversation inside?"
The door begrudgingly opens and from her look i say, "i know, what would i do without you."
This afternoon i realized something. I go to my coat and i have to let out a laugh as i held my keys in my hand. See, in my exhaustion at the door i had checked my bag full of stinky smoke filled club clothes, my pants, my dancing pants, but it seems i never got my hand in my coat pocket. I need a bell on them or something.