December 19, 1993

People tell me I'm forgetful. Take this last week, for instance. There was something I kept meaning to do, but kept forgetting. My mom told me that if I didn't do it, I'd be in trouble. "Amy, you better get it done," she yelled, "the sooner the better".

I decided to put a ring on my finger to help me remember, because, well, a piece of string is tacky. Unfortunately, I wear rings all the time (I also misplace rings all the time), so a few days went by, and I didn't remember that I was supposed to remember something. I decided to buy a new ring, but every time I went shopping, I forgot to buy a ring.

Eventually, I remembered to buy a ring. I got to the checkout counter, only to discover that I'd left my wallet at home. So I left the ring there, and said I'd be back. (The store was used to this.)

I raced home, eager to get money and go back. I was just about out the door, keys in hand, when the phone rang.

It was my boyfriend, Joey -- I think that's his name. It would have been impolite to hang up on him, so we talked and talked, and then my mom came home. I went to help out with dinner, completely forgetting about the store and the ring (and also forgetting that I'd left my keys by the phone, but that's another story).

The next morning, my mom asked if I had taken care of everything. Oops! I had not. At all. I didn't want to admit that I hadn't -- that I didn't even remember what I was supposed to do -- because she'd scold me and call me scatterbrained, so, I stretched the truth a bit. "I just did," and then I mumbled under my breath, "go to the store anyway." I crossed my fingers behind my back and silently promised to get the ring.

I got the ring in the morning. I put it on immediately, and I got lots of compliments on it at school, so all day long I was reminded that I had to do ... something. But what? I had, as you've probably guessed, forgotten.

I tried all my tricks to remember. I tied string after string on my finger, never mind how tacky it looked, but alas, I could not remember. I would have to ask my mom. Well, I kept forgetting to ask. And besides, I didn't want to ask.

That was a few days ago, and I still don't remember what it was I was supposed to do. Again, I racked my brain trying to remember.

"Honey, could you get the mail?" My thoughts were interrupted by my mom's request.

"In a minute," I yelled back. What was it I was supposed to do? If only I could remember.

"Amnesia Stevens, get the mail already!" I sighed and got up to get the mail.

I opened the mailbox to find a package notice and two bills. And, below them, a letter for me. I flipped it over to see who it was from, and then I remembered! I was supposed to mail something! I quickly wrote a note to myself on the back of the envelope: "Deliver the letter".

I didn't really need to write myself a note though. I could do it right away, but I've learned to write notes, just in case.

... Now where did I put the letter?