AIN’T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY
I’m getting up at that age (29, did I mention?) where I sometimes have trouble remembering things. Usually it’s a name, or a title or what film someone was in. I’m not as unbeatable at Trivial Pursuit as I used to be in the good old days when my brother made me answer 3 questions instead of 1 every time I landed on brown.* I have to struggle to dredge up facts and information from the crevasses of my brain which seem to be filling up with sand and Swedish and advertisement dimensions and deadlines. Most of the time I’ve...