Plot a source.
These days, I blank out so completely, I scare myself sometimes.
I cannot remember if I addressed a person correctly in an email, or if I even sent the email to the right person in the first place.
Then, I felt the constant urge to check my bag to see if I brought my mobile phone along with me to work – this, while I was on the road.
... Okay, I remember putting on my watch. What did I do next? I think I… Did I? I can’t remember. Okay, I took the watch, and then… and then… good grief, did I even go anywhere near that darned phone this morning?!
I started suddenly and realised that I had already passed the two bridges and was just three minutes away from the workplace.
I drifted away again, marvelling at the number of times I have listened to a particular song in just one week.
Whoa, red at the traffic lights. Stop.
I racked through my brains and replayed certain events in my head, but failed to distinguish if they actually happened today, yesterday, or many days ago.
Then there are other things that I hardly need to be reminded of.
Like how quickly a Friday has come (and gone).
Or how regularly the months are changing names, going back to having thirty days again.
And how the year is soon wrapping up and drawing to a close.
I feel so old.