I was getting gas and was grabbing something from the glove box when I found it.
I have literally, no exaggeration AT ALL, not thought of it since I originally put it in the glove box.
I put it in the glove box about a year ago.
When my friend A wrote a check for the Garbage ticket I bought for her.
I still have the check.
I'm not mad about the money. I just hate that feeling that information I had disappeared from my brain, never to return without a prompt, something to remind me. It's a miracle I'm making it through life, isn't it.
Fucking MS sucks fucking balls.