The fact that I can't remember, for the life of me, when and where and why I told him that, is quite troubling. I rely on my mind and memory for lots of stuff. I mean, my brain tells me to beat my heart and breathe, so I can actually continue to live the dream and be completely kickass. And the fact that my memory appears to be going does not bode well for my future. Who knows, maybe I will forget that I wrote this. Dammit!