I shouldn't do that. In fact I know I shouldn't do that because I watched The Secret again today. Negative energy creates more negative energy. So I gotta get off that.
But really? Exhibit A:
I was wrapping this gift for my husband today:
When it occurred to me that, it looked vaguely familiar.
Kind of like the one hanging in OUR CLOSET ALREADY?
He also reminded me that upon noticing his "Lucky" jeans yesterday, I said, "Hey, when did you get those? I like those jeans."
Apparently, not only has he had them for months, but I also asked him the exact same question, in the exact same way a few weeks ago. No recollection.
I commented on a blog post recently. A birthday post. I truly thought, Wow Happy Birthday Friend. Then, I went back today, and commented on the same post, never knowing I had seen it before, let alone commented.
I dunno. I remember strange things, dreams for example, with such vivid color and clarity.
Then, other days...
Exhibit, what am I on, Exhibit D? Patrick and I had a night out recently, last weekend I think. We checked into a hotel. The Bourne Ultimatum was on. I plopped on the bed and was enthralled with one of my favorite series. I LOVE these movies.
Only, this time...I couldn't remember it. None of it. Not just the ending. But the parts in between. "We saw this together," Patrick told me. I kept thinking my memory would be jarred by (hello?) MATT DAMON!!! But... nothin'.
So. I dunno. I'm hoping 33 brings my memory back, 'cause 32 is kind of freaking me out.