I used to have a life, even if it was a small one

Never let it be said that this blog isn’t indicative of my life. Lately I’ve been neglecting damn near everything.

My mind has now joined my body in failing me; more than once I’ve forgotten details of what I needed to do within seconds (no more than ten) of being assigned my task. I still remember that I should remember something, though, so—as I told Brian earlier this evening—I’m only in the early stages of Alzheimer’s, or else the holes in my brain from eating mad-cow-infected meat are just starting to appear.

And while this is a cop-out post no matter how you look at it (I’m really about to fall asleep), you can’t let me forget to tell you about Skyler’s trip through the Jack In The Box drive-through. It’s a story certainly worth retelling.


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