Okay, this is just pathetic. I can remember almost every phone number I’ve ever had, excluding college numbers (though I can tell you the Gettysburgian’s number) and the number we had in Mahopac (I was less than a year old when we moved, so that’s not surprising). Scotch Plains, where we moved from 16 years ago? Check. Richmond, where I barely lived? Check. The house in Rockville that I moved out of a mere month ago? Ummm. Nope. Absolutely no recollection. I actually had to look it up—on the Internet, no less—to figure out what it was. Pathetic. I’m only 24 and my mind is going.
Current song in my head:
“Sk8er Boi” by Avril Lavigne