Memories....

I am sitting here just trying to think of something, anything to write about.

Its funny how sometimes an idea hits, you need and want to write it down so bad yet you have no computer available or even a piece of paper to write the idea down...

So you don't forget....

And by the time you find that paper, or get to a computer - the idea is gone.

arggghhhhh

Where in the hell did it go???? Are there little martians out there collecting our thoughts as we get older? Do they just find this little pocket in our brain and hide, sitting there laughing at us because we can't find them?

It's almost like putting your glasses down somewhere and then searching blindly though the house later to find them - only to discover them on top of your head.

I said almost...

I get frustrated. I have always prided myself on my memory. And, to be honest its still very good - but, there is this thing in life called stress and sometimes, just sometimes that stress makes you forget.

Yea, that's it - its stresses fault!! Ha ha!!

It has nothing to do with the fact that I will turn 53 next week! (silent arrrghhh inserted here)....

Yes! It's due to stress.

Maybe I need a vacation.

Well, of course I do, but I doubt we'll be going anywhere anytime soon since the roomie bought the house.

Ohoh...I feel stressed....

What was I writing about again?