Tuesday, March 23, 2010

There is a $10 bill in my fridge, and I keep forgetting about it.

Hamilton founded the banks, we used to, rely on. He was never president, okay he came real close but he never was actually president. So I am sure his current residence in my fridge has everything to do with the fact that his body has rolled over in it's grave and now his shaming of the banks is taking up residence in my fridge. I am certain he isn't taking a siesta next to my Macayo's leftovers, he has taken up residence next to my California Pizza Kitchen leftovers having a fiesta with my champagne and ignoring the economic situation.

I've been extremely forgetful as of late. I forget the day, I forget to wake up, I even forget to grab my $10 bill out of the fridge. when days last 19-20 hours and life starts repeating itself, I begin to wonder if it's okay to be forgetful. Since being forgetful means being perceived as aloof I tend to create 'to do' lists compulsively, but I've forgotten to do this the past week. I just added making 'to do' lists to my 'remember to do' list, which I did not find "retrieve $10 bill." So I added "retrieve $10 bill" to my 'remember to do' list. Also on the list is to do my MAT 460 homework. I tend to do that homework the day prior to when it is due.

How often do you remember that Andrew Hamilton is on the $10 bill? That is how often Mr. Hamilton cares what you think. Since he has been waking up in my fridge he has been spending more time in the Orange Juice Spa, he spent some time reorganizing, then worrying about when he will be leaving his cold seclusion. In fact he has only concerned himself with the knots in his corners.

Laying in bed, ready to fall asleep, I begin to formulate my 'to do' list. So I think to myself, "Do MAT 460 homework. Get gas about $10 worth. CRAP! Get $10 out of the fridge. I foresee a Champagne Thursday approaching. That requires a trip to the grocery store. I also need to grab more soy mil. So I have Homework, Gas, & Grocery Store. Anything else? Nope."

Then I begin to fall asleep and I think, "Goodnight, Mr. Hamilton."

"Crap."

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