I'm eating soup on a cold rainy night and trying to remember everything that I've forgotten. I wonder if this is what dementia is like. You know how they say that if you wonder if you're crazy you're certainly not? Like you can't be insane if you have the awareness to ask if you are. I don't know if that's true or not, but it makes me wonder if people with dementia know they don't remember stuff or if they're just disoriented.
I have been forgetting a lot of stuff lately. All of a sudden I'll find myself wondering what I need to do next. It's as if the Men in Black have come and flashed a light to erase my memory. As a matter of fact, that's an explanation that I can get behind. The reason I'm so scatterbrained lately is because I have aliens running circles around me.
Now that that mystery is solved, I can get on with my life!
I used to do what I called "cleaning on coffee." I would get a couple of cups in me and I was unstoppable. I could run circles around the aliens, if you know what I mean. Now, I can only wish I could get back the coffee mojo.