I was sitting on the couch and one of my friends said something about it being my pass time. I was angrily telling him I’d barely even hit the mofo once, let alone twice, and how I’ve killed people for saying less when I realized he was talking about registering for classes.
But this pass time can be pretty disorienting, too. I had spent at least five minutes yesterday looking at a class deciding if I was interested and trying to remember where I had heard the professor’s name when I realized I have a midterm in that class on Friday.
Memory loss – it’s like time travel!
Monday’s forecast: Well, I guess I’d better write Monday’s weather before I pass out again.