Unreliable narrator of my autobiography...
Apparently it slipped what’s left of my mind that I had a great Christmas last year with my neighbors! We cooked and ate and watched movies. I recall none of it. You’d think I’d remember the good times, eh?
My neuro eval is December 6th - hopefully whatever is wrong with my head will be revealed as a fixable problem. I’m wondering if it’s just since the brain-crack in 2023 that I am not recalling certain things since then. I remember all kinds of stuff going back to when I was three…none of it useful anymore, really, although once in a while it contributes to a story.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this bit I just shot off to StarLink (read what I wrote in the grey box):
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