I have a tendency to get really, um, wrapped up? Self-absorbed? Completely lost in what I’m doing to the detriment of all other things around me? And when this happens, any answer I give you — anything I promise to do — I probably will forget to do.
Case in point, last night, Penny asked me to switch over the laundry before I went to bed. She needed dry clothes for the morning.
I proceeded to perch myself on my pretty posterior and write write write write write. And then I forgot. I forgot everything she had asked me to do.
I am so very sorry, Penny. I am a forgetful fuckhead.