September 24, 2008

Memory Loss

I have been suffering from memory loss. Not just forgetting the fact that I disliked jam music like Neil Young and the Grateful Dead. I have been longing to hear them in a bar, out on the sidewalk, with a pint. Of course I am not listening to them now. I am listening to the Flaming Lips, which I know I didn't like before Yoshimi.

So, memory loss, on the way home I was writing a killer blog entry. It was personal and funny even a little heart warming. Which I have no recollection of now- except the nagging feeling of loss. But I have a sweet ice-cold Jameson in from of me and I am happy. I have been googling all sorts of things for work lately, and finding answers, all the answers but what I was thinking three hours ago. I have had several good ideas lately. Like-- Why can't they get GPS working well enough to drive my car so I can sleep or play with Little Big Man in the car? And how can I rig a system so I know if my teenage son (speed 10 years into the future) leaves the house. I am positive I can rig a baby monitor and a personal security device to do the job, though I am pretty sure I will need to attach it from outside and inside so that he would have to be very coordinated with his posse which would break him out. I can remember what I dreamt about last week, but I cannot remember the solutions I had to... I am not even sure what I solved. I thought it was important.

Back to Memory loss. I wonder if there is some tea form of Ritalin. Cause I think there is just too much to pay attention to. I have little big man that is running in all directions, the money running out of our bank account like sand in a sieve, and working with nasty people, and family moving away, and missing Oregon, and shoot, just too much. then I find out that Lohan AND Aiken are gay. Then I find out that LHC may eat the world inside out, but I will have to wait several months to know. Why can't anything happen instantaneously? That would help my ML. I could just beam it from my brain to somewhere. I am trying to carry a notebook to notate all my brilliance. Writing while driving seems less than brilliant to me, somehow. I have seen it done though.

My Jameson on the rocks is gone. So I am off to bed.

1 comment:

Eve said...

They're building a new John Deer at the Donald/Aurora exit off I-5. There's more I'd like to say, but I think I need to read this blog again. Preferably with a Jameson in hand.