June9 Memory?

My memory is shot to pieces . I’m presently not needed by the outside world . Eat , sleep ,surf when I can and be Leroys ball retriever. Details ,times ,appointments and tasks are losing there sharp edge . Every couple of days I forget a task assigned to me Leroys swimming, missed it .Today I waited for the real estate agent and the maintenance man to arrive between 9 and 10 . I watched the small window for good surf evaporate at that very same time. They didn’t show , so fuckm I went surfing at 1015 knowing that I’d get multiple calls saying they were sorry and just a little late .Got home all smug thinking’ fuck the world ”if you can’t meet my times too bad ,’Turns out I received a message days before from Em detailing the 11 am meeting at our place for ‘ said meeting ‘ . No way I say ‘can’t be right ‘ you said 9 to 10 ….No dickhead that was yesterday for the tv guy . Fark ! Surely watching Jerry Springer and co could reverse the chemical lobotomy received from years of caulking . But it seems not . I’m starting to worry that I won’t be able to line the trolleys up or worse , mix the toiletries with the dairy when packing bags when I start work .