It's not very often that I thank God for my short term memory. To be truthful, I really don't think about it all that much. Not like, "Oh, I hope my Temporal lobe is functioning properly today so I can remember everything I just stuffed in my brain for this test." No. (Wait. Actually I have thought that a few times in the past week. Well, whatever. You catch my drift...) But today, I would like to call attention to the importance of this neat-ass feature of our brains and just how often it is taken for granted.

I broach this topic because I just met the man from the movie "Memento". Ok, no. Ya'lls just way too gullible, bro-han. But I did meet a guy who was in a car accident a month ago and is still trying to regain most of his short term memory. He has to write himself notes to remember things, but that doesn't really work because he often can't remember where he puts the notes and that there are notes in the first place. It's a very sad state of being. And it's lead me to think about where I would be without my short term memory. That is, very, very sad and lonely with a bunch of sticky notes stuck to the front of me, saying things like, "Don't forget to watch Alias, 9 pm Sunday," "Take a shower because it's been 3 days, Stinky McStinkins," "Eat Grapenuts because, hey, they are good tasting and healthy," and "Floss daily for healthy teeth and prevention of the gum disease, Gingivitis."

All joking aside, wear your seatbelts, folks, and really love that Temporal lobe of yours. It really is just one of those hard-working but largely under-appreciated body parts.

p.s. I will be eagerly expecting some nice little endorsement checks in the mail from the ABC network, Post cereals, and the people who make that mouthwash crap. Oh, yeah, and Target. What, do you think I was just doing you a favor? I don't work for free, bitches.

-Jezz