I don't have my keys with me. This isn't a big problem, because I'm going home with Ken, but I haven't forgotten my keys in months. I haven't forgotten my keys since before I got my pewter bat keychain from the Museum of Science and Industry last summer. I'm out of my usual routine, because I haven't brought a jacket to work in two days; I guess that must be how I left my keys at home. At least, I hope I left my keys at home. I can't have lost them anywhere else this morning.
Not having keys makes me feel naked. Bad naked, not good naked.