So, o go downstairs with the intent of shorting of the lights in the dining room and laundry room. I go in their and I have a thought, "Where's my black cami?"
I do need that for school. So, I go in there and search for 15 minutes. I move around all the clothes. I move a black sweatshirt of mine. 5 minutes later, I go to move it to see if I put the cami underneath it. I feel my cami inside the jacket. I pull it out and I'm on my merry way. I go to the kitchen, get a drink, and head towards the stairs.
Guess what I forgot to do?
TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!
They were the only reason I went downstairs!
How ADD am I to forget the purpose of my actions?
Sorry to interrupt your evening, but I had to rant.
So do you guys like the idea of me putting the date as a title for the part?
Good Night And Good Dreams
Katie Houde, signing out.
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Non-FictionExplaining everything that you need to know about myself and my books/stories ( I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT TO CALL THEM! 'bangs head on table in frustration') Basically these are the inner workings of my mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've been ke...
