This is certainly exciting news for me since Alan is by far my favorite character. I wa sure I would end up being a Denny though – what with the Mad Cow disease and all.
I’m not kidding. I can’t remember anything, ever. I guess I should qualify that. I remember some things, like what time my children were born and what they weighed. Beyond that? Nada. I have a datebook where I write down everything. Even then? I forget things. Important things. Like birthdays.
I finally joined Facebook at the invitation of a couple of old friends. I joined, logged on, and saw pictures of my friend’s recent 40th birthday celebration. How much do I suck? I know her birthday is in November, and I know another friend was planning a party of some sort. And still I forgot.
Frankly, I am scared that this memory loss might be an indicator of things to come. How can I forget so much and NOT have it be an early indicator? I think I’m pretty much screwed.
Anyhow, if any of you faithful three readers are on Facebook and want to be friends, let me know and we’ll connect. Do it quickly while I still remember who you are.
The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don’t come to mind when we want them. ~Friedrich Nietzsche