Those Just Say No to Drugs Commercials Were Right, Dammit....

I think I may be getting more stupid. I had a conversation last night with the boy...let me rephrase that...I talked while the boy listened about how I have been using words completely wrong lately and even making some up. Vocabulary has never been my forte but I have become increasingly more self conscious about it. It normally occurs when I am spazing out excited and speaking haphazardly. More often than not, it happens when I am around friends all of which are intellegent and cerebral and passed their English 101 class. Plus, I finished college, twice. Doesn't that mean that I should be able to spell and use the word caveat correctly in a sentence. One would think.

I have also become increasingly forgetful and scattered brained. I can't remember shit. My short term memory is shot. I live my professional life through a series of post-it notes all over my monitors. I have to keep an extensive TO DO lists and half of the time I forget to write down what I was supposed to write down so I remember to do it.

If I had known it was going to be like this I would have never had the Pale Years. The Pale Years is what I like to call my first two years of college that involved mass consumption of alcohol, chemical experimentation, and whatever else the average-college-student-who-had-an-oppressively-strict-father-that-would-not-let-them-go-to-parties-or-date-until-they-were-almost-out-of-high-school may have partook. I am not talking rehab or anything just too many late nights and too many stoner friends. And here I am. A functioning member of society who can't remember shit. So that's what the whole frying pan egg thing was about.