Thursday, February 21
My memory bothers me. In the course of a day, I'll read or hear or think about several really interesting subjects that I know I have to remember, perhaps to look up on the Internet or to write down here or to talk about to friends. If I remember more than one of those subjects, it's a pretty good day. It's not as if I have a particularly bad memory; I've taken part in tests during experimental psychology practicals and I have a perfectly fine digit-span, short term memory, above-average recall and recognition.
It's just not good enough though; I don't feel like I have enough time to write about everything I think of on a notepad, and speaking them out loud tends to dissolve my already tenuous thought processes, so any kind of dictaphone isn't a solution. So the end result of all of this is that I have a nagging feeling that I'm missing something interesting. I tend to remember all the really important stuff that needs doing, but they aren't usually very interesting.
I guess the reason for this general rambling about my memory is due to my being superbly busy over the last few weeks (I had to get up at 5:30am for a rowing outing this morning - when I say never again, I mean it this time). I haven't had much of a chance to talk to any friends in recent days either, since they've also been busy or ill or whatnot. Add a particularly knotty social problem onto this which is fast becoming my Number One Irritation of 2002 and it doesn't make for a particularly good situation.
Anyway. Things are calming down on my end and I'm feeling much better now so weblog updates will be resuming from today, and I think I'm going to water my ficus plant now.