Tha Adventures of...ColanderHead!

Let me be brutally honest: I'm a flake. I'd really rather I weren't a flake, but I'm a flake. I forget things. Lots of things. Relevant things, usually. I don't enjoy it in the slightest.

Now, this is not to say that flakehood can't be endearing from time to time in its own cute way, but it comes with countless inconvenient consequences on pretty much a daily basis. Just to enumerate a few of my annoyances of the past week:
> rearranging my work schedule to make room for my son's ENT appointment, and then forgetting the appointment entirely until three days after the fact
> running up a three-figure library fine (that's before the decimal point, kids)
> still having no idea how much money is in my checking account
> carrying the check reorder slip in my wallet for weeks, and still not sending it in
> remembering to feed the kids, but consistently an hour late
> getting a nasty blister on my heel because I neglected to wear socks under my shoes
> completely forgetting to bring out recycling, even after being reminded at least four times

*sigh* I don't need a significant other. Just a damn secretary.