I’m sad to say that my office has managed to CONSUME much of my life. Today, someone asked me for my home address and I couldn’t remember amd finally had to look it up on my driver’s license. (Along with what I’m claiming as my current “weight”)
I’m spot on with my work address though. I love my job, but this revelation sucks. Between work, comedy, and Toddler Dom I have very little brain power left. No wonder I forgot my wedding anniversary last week. Doubly aweful because I missed the chance to celebrate my loving relationship with my husband and the chance to get pissed because he forgot too.
I need a spare brain. Can someone please get me a zip drive for my head?