The loophole in memory.

After sending Yasa off last night, I bought dinner for Jaime. Because it was so late and my brother was unwilling to drive over, I spent the night at her place. Coming home this morning, I decided to convert a couple of old photos into digital images.

It was my birthday I think. What a pretty smurf cake. The frightening thing is, I can't recall a thing from that day. Did it really happen then?