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Brain Farts

Yesterday was full of brain farts. Like, a lot. I read the news that it was going to snow, saw it was sunny outside and said, ya know what, I'm only taking a little jacket with me. That wasn't very fun walking to the bus stop.

I forgot to refill my medicine until the last minute, then realized it had no refills.

When the doctor asked when my last menstrual cycle was, I told her a day in the future. Forgot what week it was.

Zipped two different jackets together and didn't notice until I went to take a nap.


I was giggling in my sleep. For a good ten minutes. I never would have known without Joice.

I was so excited for the new episode of NCIS, that I arranged a way for myself to watch it in a friend's room. Seven o clock rolled around and I went over to their room. He wasn't there, and his roommate and girlfriend were watching tv. They very kindly said that I could watch it though and left. So I sat there and flipped through the channels, so confused why it wasn't on. WHY WASN'T IT ON?!?! Joice said maybe it was being skipped this week, so we got out the computer to look. 

Oh hey. It was Monday. NCIS comes on on Tuesdays. And that my friends, was the epitome of my brain farts. 

Comments

  1. JeanetteApril 26, 2013 at 6:39 PM

    My fav is that you zipped two diff jackets together!!! I think you could start a new fad!

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  2. SamaraMay 4, 2013 at 9:41 PM

    I'm actually really impressed that you could zip them together haha. Most jackets have different sized zippers. Well done.

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