oh I was just getting started.

I might have shorts problems, also, but I'm almost entirely unable to wear underwear. Only in sub-freezing weather. I also can't stop myself from telling people more than they care to know, even though I know that people don't want to know that I um I've lost my train of thought.

   I can manage a peanut butter and concord grape jelly sandwich but not without thinking of Ephram Bull who was a neighbor of Hawthorne and developed the concord grape and whose tombstone expressed bitterness about the whole thing. He sowed, others reaped, it says.

   I excell at slow recall trivia but can't find a game. Is that my final answer? No, give me a few more hours on the clock.

   When I was twelve I developed a cognitive allergy to milk. It occurred to me that it was white and opaque like paint, and I couldn't drink it without choking from there on. So to compensate, I round up my height.

I'm a painter and every few months I completely forget how to paint. I've learned to do perspective drawing more than 20 times and currently don't know how.

   I have no idea how the buckle gets through the loops.

   I worry over what people thought about static electricity before the discovery of electricity. My mind wanders when reading old books, hoping maybe they'll mention it somewhere.

   I sometimes start reading a book only because I hope it will have a word I can't think of somewhere in it. When I find the word I can't remember why I was trying to think of it.

   It utterly makes my day when people I've been rudely argumentative with will still talk to me about my stupid problems.

I think I did piss off a witch who ran a little shop in New Orleans once when I was a kid. Hm.

   If anyone is trying to save me from myself they have worse problems than I do. Sort of. If you think about it. But not too much.