I had a thought.
It was right there, fully formed and ready to be typed out.
Then POOF! - it's gone.
I'm not sure if it's a product of my age or I'm just being a forgetful guy. I've always been a list-writer, because over the years I've found that if I don't write it down, them it's not going to get done.
It is strange what we remember and what we forget. I'm so full of useless trivia information, yet I forget where I put my keys or what I had for lunch yesterday. Let's not even think about long term - I'm great at remembering events after the date has past. (It's a talent. Not a very good one, but a talent nonetheless.) I only remember Christmas because everyone else is so fucking worked up around that time.
I'd stay and tell you more, but I have to go.
I forget exactly what it is I have to do, I just know I have to go do it.
This string on my finger must be good for something...
Song on My Mind - "Uprising Down Under" By Sam Roberts
Reading - "Ender's Game" By Orson Scott Card.