Day fifty-six

I had something I wanted to write about, and it has completely slipped my mind. I thought of it hours ago, but didn't write sooner because I didn't stay for overtime. I have an early day tomorrow.

I'm racking my brain, thinking it had to do with something I saw at work.

I can't remember. Whatever.

I did what we always complain Mom does. I thought I would remember what I wanted to write about, when I should've written it down. There's so much to keep straight in my head at work, so if something isn't that important, it gets pushed out of my mind. The work I do isn't difficult in itself, but it demands an attention to detail that requires you to pay close attention. Anything else on my mind would be a distraction.

All this to say, it probably wasn't that important or interesting a subject if I forgot it so easily.