Wonder where I left the thingy. And by thingy I do not mean penis, got that one covered, thank you very much for your concern. And yes, I realize I could have evaded that one by being more specific, but Facebook is all about posting vague EMO shit in a desperate hope that somebody will inquire for details and you can feel acknowledged. It’s my heart-rate monitor. I’m looking for my heart-rate monitor because I’m going running. No, no dog is chasing me. I’m just that dumb.