I know you're taking the piss, but this is at least exactly how I feel, thank you for nailing it.
The obsession is starting to fade a little—I've had 2 or 3 night's sleep since I lost the book, so the mystery isn't as fresh.
I will eventually be able to let this go.
Today, I am going to buy another copy of the book. That should help with some of the sting.
Twenty years ago, I lost my pager in my tiny apartment.
I had it when I went to bed, and it was gone when I woke up.
I eventually gave up looking for it, and figured that I would find it when I moved out, but I never did.
I still think about it once in a while.