I might have to create a dementia category, as that’s all I can seem to talk about this week. Last night right before I left work, I received an email scheduling a 10am Thursday meeting. I was only mildly irked at the short notice but more bothered by the early time (yes, for me 10am is early—at my most diligent I make it to the front of my office building at 10am). So, I woke up 15 minutes early this morning (it’s amazing how much a mere 15 minute can make a difference, meaning I was abnormally exhausted. I’ve always been the type of person who can fall asleep within minutes, out like a light, no insomnia, no mind racing, no night time stress, but since taking this new potentially memory loss-inducing prescription I am now tired and cloudy all evening so that I can’t accomplish anything, force myself to go to bed by 1am and end up lying [or is that laying] there wide awake until after 2am and have psycho yet entertaining dreams after I do fall asleep) and made it to my desk perfectly at 9:45am, just enough time to have some coffee, eat half a granola bar (that damn pumpkin seed flax I’m not wild about) check my email…and discover the meeting was for next Thursday. Urgh. Not sure if this is brain damage or reading comprehension.