Is anyone else's memory starting to go?
I found this in my old journal:
Saturday, July 5, 2008
"I have an invitation to go camping with the man I still like. I cannot, thanks to (a) a bit less than a half a tank of gas in my car and (b) about thirty dollars in my bank account, total."
Okay, so I'm always broke and my car always needs gas, check. But who was the man who I liked? When did I get invited to go camping with him? Where? Why didn't I? Who was the mysterio Lothario?
I'm not actually obsessing over it. I mean, it was probably Jeremy, and it was two years ago. It just bothers me when I can't remember things.