Like later than evening, spookyfruit asked me where Wellington was. I know exactly where this street is; I used to get off at the Wellington stop on the El all the time. But when he said, "Where do I want to get off the Drive for Wellington? Fullerton?" all that knowledge was wiped from my mind and no amount of straining would restore it. I just stammered like a jackass as he answered his own question.

Brain... hurting...

Poor neurons. They'd switched over all references to Wellington Street to my new home, and you have to go and get me concentrating on where the hell Wellington is in Chicago. I gave up, went to Mpa Quest, and now I don't know where I live.