... to bring the golf balls that are in my bedroom down to my truck, where my golf bag is, so I will have plenty to hit into the boonies when I play tomorrow, in just about 12 hours.
... to tell you about this one time, at band camp ...
... why I'm still here.
... why you're still here ever since I became a lame, sucky non-regularly posting blogger.
... to wonder, with a deja-vu type of hazy flashback, whether or not I've ever watched "Memento."