I have now reached the point where I literally have to stop in order to think, because if I keep walking (or whatever) either I end up losing my train of thought as I do whatever I'm doing, or I end up someplace wondering what the hell I intended to do when I got there.
I'm not even 40 yet. FML.
And every time I complain about this to my mother, she laughs hysterically.
Friday, August 6, 2010
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I've been that way my entire life.
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