What’s “it,” you ask? My mind. The other day, I poured myself a cup of coffee. I went to the fridge to get the milk, but it wasn’t there. I asked Miriam if it was on the table, although I didn’t think I brought it out of the kitchen after using it in my first coffee (I didn’t). I looked in the fridge again, then Miriam looked in there (for good measure), then I started looking in the cabinets. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Finally, I turned around and screamed: I put it ON TOP of the fridge! What the what?! I must’ve done it without thinking when I put the granola back up there. But holy crap, what the hell is going on? Last month, on the way to the Bruce Springsteen concert, I realized we had to turn around and go back to my apartment. Why? Because I forgot my ticket! Seriously, this isn’t like me. I thought I had another incident from last week to tell you about, but I’ve forgotten it already.

In other news, I went to the dentist today. I don’t have any cavities. At least I remember to floss.