Ultraparadoxical

I have always had a secret obsession with the passing of time.  The general workings of life fascinate me more than almost anything.  Part of this obsession has to do with the various ways that I catalog the happenings in life.  My memory sucks.  It does, it always has, and some drug/alcohol dabbling here and there probably have not helped the memory retention area of my brain.  Bong rips and getting brown-out drunk out do not seem to lend themselves to having a razor sharp recall.  I can’t remember birthdays, names of relatives, appointments or anything other than the stuff I have saved in my blackberry.  To combat this poor memory I have relied mostly on writing. read more »