Oh, To Be Young Again
So five seconds ago, I got an idea for a blog post. I finished reading what I was reading and opened blogger. After staring at the page for a minute or two, it occurred to me that I had forgotten just what that idea was. This might not seem like a noteworthy occurrance to many, but in light of the conversation I just had with Nukes a few minutes ago, I am beginning to worry. The conversation went as follows:
"What time is it?"
"5:19."
"Thanks, Nukes."
"Y'know, I just told you a minute ago."
"Oh, did I already ask?"
"Yeah."
I'd go do something instead of writing more, but I can't seem to remember what else I have to do...
"What time is it?"
"5:19."
"Thanks, Nukes."
"Y'know, I just told you a minute ago."
"Oh, did I already ask?"
"Yeah."
I'd go do something instead of writing more, but I can't seem to remember what else I have to do...
precocious senility... join the club
i am sorry for saying you looked like dorothy... it was one of those heartless tin-man moments.
That happens to me all the time! Maybe our generation should be known as the Alzheimer's Generation.