Write four lines of prose about: cobwebs.
Hey, remember this? Well tonight was my first shift since then. Needless to say, I remembered somewhere in between nothing and very little. I got through it, at any rate, and without too many missteps.
That I'm currently aware of.
Also today: I went and picked up Max's toddler bed frame. And it was, in actual fact, a toddler bed frame this time.
I didn't have time to put it together, what with working from 3 to 9, but Max isn't going to stand for that for much longer. So I'm pretty sure we'll be doing that tomorrow morning. I'll let you know how it goes.
It is... difficult for me to remember this. As I move through the dark forest of my memories I am entangled with cobwebs at every turn. Dust fills my nostrils, turns to filthy paste upon my tongue, blinds my aching eyes.
It is so very strange to think that this was all once profoundly familiar to me...