Then I’m going downhill fast.
At this moment I have no idea what day of the week it is. I know it’s the 11th-and I think it’s Wednesday. Am I right? I hope so.
I keep telling people I’m a different age than I am. Not much-but I really am only 27-I still have most of 2 months before I’m 28, and over a year until I turn 29. Why have I told any number of people recently that I’m 28, and at least 2 that I’m 29? It just came out-I didn’t plan to tell them that.
On top of that, I’m a total space cadet lately. I’m certainly not in love, or falling out of love, or anything along those lines. I just can’t concentrate.
Ah well…I guess I’m on my way to becoming a prophet or a babbling idiot. Not that there’s much difference between the two.
I know what you’re talking about. I go into a room to do something…usually the kitchen…and I totally blank on why I went in there. And I do mean totally. I’ll go back to what I was doing, and remember it a half hour later. And I’m 30, but this has been going on at least since I was a teenager.
Weird Al, I hate when that happens. I always have one word go through my mind when I do that: “senility”, and I’m only 31. I dread what will happen to me in my 60’s.