I ordered the tuna

Yesterday was one of those days that was so long, by eight o'clock I was telling people about the things I'd done that morning as if they had happened "yesterday". Really, I literally told a couple people, "My interview yesterday went really well." They played along. Like the time Ben Schilaty told me I was too old for his roommate. I asked how old he was. He told me "Twenty." "Ben, I AM twenty," I insisted. The next morning I realized I wasn't twenty. I was twenty-one, and experiencing an early onset of Alzheimers. So, the day being as long as it was, I had a lot of time to self-reflect. And somewhere along the way it hit me, just like lightening (I can't resist an Erik plug). I just want a friend who wants to drop by for ten minutes at a time to tell me everything that's happened since I saw him last (ten minutes earlier), excitedly-- really excitedly; even if its just silly stuff like "I tripped and fell on the ice in front of a crowd of attractive women," or "I read one hundred pages in five minutes!" or "I ordered the tuna, and Boy, was it a mistake." I know the last isn't very probable. Everyone knows, tuna is never a mistake.

But that'd be nice; wouldn't it?