We're gonna start up the old machinery, Mr. Master of Brainerd"

I'm going to see Dir En Grey tomorrow night, and I've spent the last few days searching, in an increasingly frantic manner, for my ticket. I had it on my desk at one point, I know I did, and now it is not on my desk. Nor is it under, about, or around my desk. It is not in the beams of my office. It is not on my dresser. Apparently it is nowhere. I'd pretty much resigned myself to dropping another $35 and buying a new one, and sat down to my computer to do so. Just as I brought up the ticketmaster website, I remembered that I had meant to make a cheesecake tonight and figured I'd just come back and buy the stupid ticket after that was in the oven. Last time I'd made the cheesecake I'd scrawled the recipe on the back of an envelope, which was still pinned to the fridge.

Inside the envelope was my ticket.

Thank you cheesecake!