You know that strange feeling of walking into a room on your way to do…
Well, now, see that’s the problem. You don’t remember what it was you were going to do.
Were you going to get a glass of milk? No, that can’t be it – you haven’t had any milk in your fridge for almost a year. Was a glass a water, perhaps? No, come to think of it, you’re not thirsty – and the room you’ve come to isn’t even the kitchen. What are you doing in the garage?
Well if it was really that important, you reason, you’ll probably remember what it was eventually – but you know deep down that you’re lying to yourself. You’ll never remember what it was you were going to do.
Ah life, it’s a grand old circus.
I think he was on the way to the vet.
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