Perhaps it is genetic. No, senility does not run in my family.
Perhaps I am just too busy. No, summer quarter has been, by design, pretty light.
I do not know. I just have this nagging feeling that there is something I need to do; something I have promised will be done quickly and well. Perhaps I need to prepare for something for someone else.
Whatever it is, I cannot put my finger on it. It is not exactly "just out of reach," I am not sure it is even there. It may just be a trick of the light, a phenomenon of moon light refracting through swamp gas, weather balloons, bigfoot.
I cannot really get a grasp on it.
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I know what it is! You absolutely, positively, very certainly, MUST go see Transformers at the IMAXX with weevil, sphynx and me.
Also, you logged off so fast last night that I didn't have time to say thank you for healing all of our squishy selves all through that mine!
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