Something That Sucks

So lately it's been if I go to sleep without writing something down, when I wake up in the morning, I've forgotten whatever it was I was supposed to do or remember. It sucks! I have always had a pretty darn good memory.

And when I say wake up, it's probably not the glorious experience you have. No, waking up for me lately has been giving up on pretending to sleep. Not that I'm not sleeping. Oh, I'm sleeping, sort of. I'm doing that I'm asleep, but I think I'm awake thing. For weeks. I accused Miss A of sharing her hormone problems with me. Tonight I'm going to make a big cup of tea and put a generous amount of Disaronno in it, like half. I will sleep, or else.

Anyway, I've adjusted. I write everything in my calendar or in my journal that's important for me to retain.

So, it seems, this wonky memory problem thing has extended itself to logic and reasoning now. I received a notice in the mail today that my favorite scrapbook mag was on its last issue. I could have sworn I renewed this thing. Then I began to wonder whether I renewed the wrong mag. I don't know yet, but I have a feeling me and my sleep deprived, hormone addled brain decided to pay for the one I didn't want to renew. Why do I want to renew one and not the other? Because the other one sucks!

I'm gonna be really pissed if I renewed the wrong one.