Loss

So it was like this

lundi mardi mecredi jeudi vendredi and then samedi

and I can't remember anything that happened from Monday because it was just erased from my head like that

so a chunk of that was gone. Then I woke up with a sore arm trying to remember a lot things but then something else probably got in the way while I was trying to figure it out and then yesterday, according to my mother, I came home angry

for some reason that I cannot remember either

but today while it's still fresh in my head I did a lot of maths and the things in between got sucked out and then I realize I really am failing English which means I'm probably failing Lit too because "Lit students are the best English students" - so I think I can still make that connection. But hey

I was drinking miso soup twenty minutes ago and these figures keep appearing

484848484848 48 48 48 48 48 forty-eight

and then I realize I haven't actually done any of those poems that I was meant to analyze but hey

48484848484 48 48 48 48 48 48 48

I'm sorry that I am actually completely incompetent in everything I do save for these memory losses and the itchy reminder that I am incapable of all these things