Remote controls--as if they're not enough of a pain when I'm sober, I damn near need to put 'em on a leash when I'm stoned.

Lighters, which half the time I find in same damn hand I'd been using to pull up seat cushions and probe through the cracks in the couch while searching.

But the thing I lose most of all when I'm stoned is my train of thought.:thumbsup: