It's getting worse. I thought I'd lost a sleeping-bag pillow for a few seconds before realizing that I was holding it in my arms.

And then I lost a towel yesterday, although I was vaguely aware that something felt missing when I was leaving the place where I left it... but for whatever the reason I couldn't think of what was missing at that moment.

You would think that for someone who freaks out so much over losing things, I'd be more attentive to where my things are. I have this bad habit of not thinking through most of my actions, to the point that I don't realize what I'm doing half of the time.

Even when I do try to pay attention though, I come off as awkward and clumsy about things. I can't help but feel brain-dead and old these days.