I Can Kill You With My Brain

Yesterday I had several errands to run.  Errands that would take me to not one, not two, not even three, or amazingly four, but five different locations on my way home from work.  Due to all the stops and all the different items I needed to pick up, I made a list.  Unless I’m doing a full-on grocery run, I usually don’t need a list.  I know why I’m stopping at the one or two stores and usually I’m just picking up one or two things at those stores.  But with five different stops and over a dozen separate items to pick up, I knew a list was necessary.

You know what’s also necessary?  Using the list.  After my first three stops went smashingly well, I left the list in the car.  I figured I was in the home stretch, having already purchased the vast majority of what I needed to purchase.  I didn’t think it was at all possible for me to forget one of the last three things that I needed, especially when all three of these items had been on the list since it was just a tiny list in my head and didn’t need to be written out.  Unfortunately, I was a bit too confident in my ability to remember three things after over an hour of running errands and a full day at work.  I walked out of the store with only two of the three items.  I even confidently walked to my car, knowing (thinking) that I had remembered everything on my list.  It wasn’t until I arrived at home and was emptying my shopping bags that I realized I had slipped up and didn’t successfully get everything on my list.

And so I sit here writing this entry with a stomach that craves for the chocolate chip granola bar that I do not own.