Okay, who turned off my brain?

Lately I feel like someone turned off my brain and forgot to tell me. Or maybe I left it on for a few days and forgot the charge the batteries?

Here is just a short list of the things I haven't been able to remember these past two weeks:

• The last name of one of my dear friends from high school (Mr. Ameliabee finally came up with it)
• My mom's phone number (it hasn't changed since I was 8)
• The name of the band that sang "Blister in the Sun" (thankfully Mr. Ameliabee remembered that it was the Violent Femmes)
• Karly's last name
• How to get to Cub Foods from my house
• Why I came to Cub Foods
• What I did with the thing I was Just Holding, Right Here in My Hand for-the-love-of-god
• What I was looking for. I was looking for something, right?

And this is just the beginning. I know I'm really stressed out about moving, employment, etc in addition to my general background mental problems--but this scares me a bit. There are some serious mental illnesses in my family and I'm constantly on the lookout for symptoms in myself, which may or may not be a mental illness in and of itself, but I digress.

I don't think this is anything serious, maybe I'm just like Homer Simpson: "Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?"

I can still drive, so I guess I'm ahead of that curve...