Aww, pickleshoot...

I had a fairly interesting/profound thought a minute ago, but then a bunch of stuff happened and I forgot what it was. If I can remember, I'll post it.

Damn! This is why I need to carry a pen and paper with me at all times.

That reminds me of my friend Morgan the super genius from high school who needs to carry pens with her at all times in case she finally figures out that equation she's been working out in her head. This has happened in the middle of busy intersections in the middle of a conversation. We'll be walking along, talking about something and she'll stop dead in her tracks and yell "Whoa!" then grab a pen out of her hair and start scrawling numbers on her arm before they escape her mind.

And then the cars start honking because the light has changed and in the middle of the street there's a wild haired madwoman frantically tattooing her arm with formulae while her befuddled friend looks apologetically on.

The funny thing is that when she stops short to yell "Whoa!" she'll correct herself and almost fall over. It's happened before.

I wonder what's happening with Morgan. Last I recall she had won an obscene amount of scholarship moolah from Queens and was studying to become some sort of Nobel Prize winner. I hope she's happy.