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Thank you for babying me when I was sick last night. You aren’t so bad.

Love,
Elyse

Mothers can really be useful sometimes.

Edit: I called my mother at work, and I said, “Thank you for pitying me last night.”

She said: “Well, you looked pitiful.” LOL!

… I miss my mind the most.

The other day, my father asked me what PS2 games I had in my bedroom. Because he bought a PS3, I got all of his leftovers, and, well, I’m not complaining. So, I went upstairs and opened my cabinet. There were all the games I remembered, but…

Hold it! When did I buy Resident Evil 4? I didn’t. So, why was it in my cabinet?

Later on, I decided to go through the word files stored on my external hard drive. I really had no purpose for doing so; I was just curious to read my old works. I went through a dozen files, and, yep, I remembered writing all of them, except…

Hold it! When did I write this brilliant little story? I don’t remember working on it, but it’s written in my style and has my favorite character name (Gideon, if you wondered). So, why can’t I remember it?

This has been happening all week, and I’m a little alarmed. Can you get Alzheimer’s at 20? *scratches head*

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