Every day I think of something new and fascinating and I make a mental note to blog about it as soon as I plop myself in front of a computer oozing with internet power. That computer would be any computer at the office. However by the time I get there, always, always I have things to do, emails to send and answer, that the ideas float away. Lost in a mere historical mental note.
At this rate, I'm afraid before I'm 40, most of my brain cells, particularly the memory storage cells, had already died, and no amount of medication will give them the chance to rise from their grave.
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