I recently sifted through several emails that I wrote myself last year. Yes, emails that I wrote to myself because evidently my brain knows that I can't be trusted to ACTUALLY remember anything. I feel that there are dog-eared folds in my pink and gray hippocampus that point directly to emails that I wrote to myself in 2010.
I use the term "wrote" lightly. An accurate description would be "scrawled" or "haphazardly managed to slap my over-sized hands on a keyboard in a pleasing manner while frothing at the mouth." I'm holding steadfast to the belief that my brain intended me to "get the gist of it" of this digital opus should they ever be recovered from my cluttered inbox.
The following posts are the "gist" of each email...
Taped Above a Urinal at GW
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