...as in walking into a room and thinking, "What am I here after?"
I had a thought today for a meaningful blog entry, and by the time I got home, changed, tried on some clothes that don't quite fit yet, I'd forgotten what it was. I'm sure the poor little thought was lonely, up in my empty head, and ran off to find some friends. If it comes home, I'll post it.
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Been there, done that. ;)
I do this at least three or four times a week. This convinces me I have the onset of Alzheimers. Eventually, I realize that I have so much junk stuffed in my head that there's no room for one more thing. I'm convinced I dribble a trail of words from an invisible hole at the back of my skull.
oh hell Pam, welcome to my hour by hour day.
hugs,
-o-boy
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