muckefuck | I am a spaz

Thursday night--I can't remember what it was he did--I was teasing

monshu about being a spaz. However, if that is true, then I am the spazziest spaz since spaz came to Spazville. Two recent examples:

Last night, I had to take out my nightguard in order to chew down some bismuth tablets. When I crawled back into bed, I couldn't find it. I spent several minutes looking through the three places I had been--bedroom, bathroom, and back hall--without finding it. Finally, I decided two hours of teeth grinding was better than nothing and I'd surely find it in the morning. I did, but only after wasting more time checking the same three spots until I remembered that I had slipped it into the pocket of my t-shirt before choosing to shuck it onto the clothes heap two minutes later.
Saturday, I got the ugly shock that two of my bills were overdue. The payment envelopes were all addressed and ready to go, I'd just forgotten to actually put them in the mail. So I called and explained to the companies that I'd mailed them off that morning, confident that I could make it to the post office before 5 p.m. Which I did, in fact--only to find that I'd left the letters back home. I remembered to bring bills I'd just paid, but could only mail two out of three, since the third had the check inserted in front of the pane in the windowed enveloped and had to be redone when I got home.

Help is on the way though! Every once in a while (like, you know, twice last weekend) I forget where I set down my cordless phone and have to use the locator to find it. I've long said that everything I own needs that function; The Sharper Image has apparently heard my plea. I just need like five or six of those babies in order to tag everything movable in my house and I'll get along fine.