One more big thing I forgot I hate about myself (HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA)- my fucking memory. I can’t remember fucking anything unless it’s a useless hobby. Ask me about Pokémon or the rules of a dozen different RPG systems, and I can tell you. Ask me what plan ID “PERX” is at work, what a medication is for, my best friend’s address, or what I had for breakfast last week, and I’d probably die before I remember it. Just today I forgot to do the laundry. Then Mom called me and reminded me to do the laundry. Less than five minutes later I went to the basement to exercise and do the laundry, and I forgot the fucking laundry.