I Forgot What I Signed on My Blog to Do

I forget a lot of things lately. I am having cognitive problems, memory problems. For instance, last night I put a fresh bag of barbecue chips the kids had left in the front room in the trash.

I saw it perched there later, after I had finished eating a cookie and thought, "Who the fuck put that fresh bag of chips on top of the trash?"

I was home alone.

I keep thinking about this girl in college. She was in my Speech class and both her parents had died in horrific (separate!) accidents in like the previous two months.

She was like twenty-one or twenty-two, if that.

And she stayed upright (sometimes she cried in class) and tried to keep with it. I found myself obsessively stealing glances at her and feeling horrible for doing it.

Because I didn't understand how she could be there, let alone be conscious.

And she had to give this stupid speech (we all had to give stupid speeches) on how to set up an aquarium for tropical fish.

It was dreadful.

It was like an exercise in psychological torture for the whole class.

They should have renamed the course "Greek Tragedy 101."