Oh great, I’m senile!
From what I can tell my frontal lobe isn’t working properly
Out of the blue, my small apartment building is getting painted. Painters showed up, started laying down tarps and covering my windows with plastic creating a hermetically sealed environment in my abode. One would think I would get some sort of warning from the landlord, but no I hadn’t. Then to my surprise tonight I discovered a letter from my landlord on my desk stating that the building was to be painted. I kinda remember seeing it on my door several days ago warning me about the painting. So now I’m concerned that I might be losing my mind and wondering if I can get a hook up for some kind of memory improving drug. This is another stark example that I am falling apart.