I keep forgetting things.

Not things like where I’ve parked the car. I’m pretty good at that. Things like eating lunch. Whether I’ve taken my vitamins. Or my ambien. Forgetting to buy groceries.

It’s bad when i forget to eat, because then I just feel like crap and can’t deal with this mess that is in my brain. This happened today; I worked through lunch, came home to nothing in the fridge, went out and grabbed a burger. Not healthy, not cheap; I should have gone to the store perhaps but know better than to shop hungry (that’s when I buy crap like ice cream or cookies or both).

I’m watching a romantic drama, with two young people in love; they spend a lot of time gazing at each other while a dramatic piano plays loudly. Then? Stringed instruments, because we (the audience) don’t realize how seriously in love they are. I can’t be the only person who knows something will go badly by the end of the film. Scripted love isn’t much better than real life, is it?

It’s raining. Listening to the water pour off the roof, it mirrors my mood. I wonder where the water is going to go.

Let it rain. Cue the piano.

I’m going to bed.