We eventually got out and did some stuff, finally. We saw our ex....went to the store...it rained....we drank beer. Really trying hard to pull these memories out. Nope...mind went blank. So frustrating. I know this is what we did, but what happened at these times are a distant vague garbled mess of colors and flash images in no order.

College was a bomb.

I feel like an airhead.

I notice that I stare at things a lot wondering how did it get there. Like often going into the kitchen to find dirty dishes in the sink, food wrappers on the counters realizing that our diet is shot, the clothes I have on isn't what I was wearing....etc

Oh well, this is normal. The amazment has gone out the window a long time ago.