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I bought a box of those silver-pouched juice thingies today and I know I brought one upstairs with me earlier, but for the life of me I cannot find the damned thing.
I'm losing my mind.
**EDIT**
I found it. I drank it earlier and forgot, and when I was done with it I threw the mylar pouch on the floor next to the bed. My memory is getting really bad.
Last night I set my alarm and I checked three times to make sure that it was set; I even looked to see if the little red dot was on, indicating that the alarm would go off at 8:40 AM. That little dot was the last thing I saw before I fell asleep last night, but I swear it was there. At 8:42 this morning I woke up, panicked because I was sure that I was late for work. The dot was gone and I had no recollection of being awoken by any loud beeping only two minutes before. And, no, switching off the alarm is not something the cat knows how to do.
A couple weeks ago at work, a regular came up to pay for his gas. Now, this kid always prepays and I know this. I remember saying 'hi' to him, and asking about his new car, but the next thing I knew there was a $15 sale on the till and I didn't remember setting it for him. "Wow!" I said. "Not prepaying today?" He looked at me funny and I clumsily joked that I was getting old. I don't think he bought it.
Juice boxes, alarm clocks, my job--where will my cognitive impairment interfere next?
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Bend It Like Beckham
2: Hell House
3: The Girl Next Door
