I can't remember what I ate for lunch or what I did today at work. I know I was there and crossed stuff off my Thing-a-Doo list, but I couldn't tell you what.
I remember being at the Clear Channel building and there was an alarm of some sort and I walked down the stairs right ahead of Jet. (The lead singer has the waist of an anorexic 14 year old, he's very, very pale and he seriously needs to wash all that product out of his hair.) But then again, that could have been yesterday...though I'm pretty sure it was today. Perhaps it will be clearer tomorrow, unless tomorrow decides to blur itself into the haze that's covering my days.
This is why I don't take drugs...or even drink very often. I'm already out of touch. Can you imagine me in an altered state?