I wish grape soda had caffeine.

So, I'm sitting here at work, and I'm kinda tired (story below), and I'm feeling guilty about the lack of blogging. Both Emily and Adam have written me to comment on my slacking. In my defense, I've been thinking about it, I just might have early-onset Alzheimers (story below). In any case, I was tired and went to go get a soda to perk up, and found that the soda machines upstairs sell grape soda. So now I want grape soda, but I need the caffeine. I ended up choosing caffeine for the sake of those I work with and the patients I'm seeing, but I'd really be grateful if any of you could invent a grape soda with caffeine and then have my hospital stock it in our machines.

(BTW: this is a similar quandry to the one I run into on Sundays, wherein I crave Chik-Fil-A but can't have it thanks to their right-wing crazy policy of being closed on "The Lord's Day. Honestly, Chik-Fil-A wasn't around in the time of Jesus, but if it had, I'm 100% sure he would have made some sort of statement to ammend the scripture that prevents the world from enjoying their delicious chicken. I'm not sure what it is they do to their chicken - perhaps they add some sort of narcotic to the breading - but it is SOOOOOOOO good that I crave it fortnightly. That's right, fortnightly.)

In any case, I've had a little caffeine, so the brain is up and working (for the most part), and so I shall appease dear Em and Adam and try to come up with something clever.

Part of the problem has been that my brain has been compeltely non-functional as of late. More specifically, I'm having what I'm self-diagnosing (with my zero years of medical school) as some sort of short-term memory loss. Now, I consider myself a reasonably intelligent gal, who's reasonably responsible. However, I have managed to lock myself out of the place in which I'm living 5 times this year, and I've left my lights on in my car at least 5 times (after the first 3 I had to replace the poor battery). And while I'm a little scatterbrained, I'm not this bad, which is confirmed by the fact that my friends Brianna and Erin had a conversation this week about how worried they are concerning my lack of ability to remember everyday items like keys. Well, OK, their conversation was more of a friendly little laugh at my mishaps rather than some sort of intervention-oriented serious discussion....but still, it's not just me who feels this is out of character. In any case, I can remember at least 3 distinct times when I had a fantastically funny blog idea and the next day when I had time to blog had completely forgotten it (this time being one of those). And who knows how many more there were that I've forgotten? =) In any case, I'm looking into this further with the eye of a hypochondriac, and I'll be talking to my doctors and such, and in the end I'm sure about two months from now you'll see a post wherein I admit that I'm getting older, and in fact, true to the adage, the memory is the first thing to go.

While I combat my early-onset Alzheimers I'll keep you updated on the Summer of Krash. It's going quite well, actually: I've had an enormous amount of fun. Turns out Madison Avenue is right: all you need is a good slogan to get something going. Since I declared this the Summer of Krash, I've been to San Francisco, Monterey (shout out to my girl Toma who was my gracious hostess), a Jimmy Buffet concert, New York, and Cape Cod. I've also met someone nice to kiss, found a sweet place to live in the fall, and made some new friends. In the midst of all this, I haven't slept much (hence the need for caffeine), which is an ironic element of the summer of Krash since I love to sleep almost as much as I love cheese. And if these things weren't enough, tomorrow I'm hosting *the* event of the summer: my birthday party.

In case you think I'm joking about the birthday party being uber-awesome, let me give you the run-down: it will have two parts, and a theme. Oh yes, a theme. The theme is "Field Day," and in the first part I'm meeting friends on the Cambridge Common for some friendly competition: dizzy bat races, water balloon toss, pass-the-whiffle-ball-with-your-neck game, human knot game, three-legged race, and a rousing game of SPUD. We'll break for showers and rest, and then re-convene for part two at the Good Time Emporium (my friends from Florida will find this hilarious) for a night of darts, pool, skee ball, tetris, and other assorted fun and games. I'm not sure it's possible to pack more fun into a themed day.

So there you have it! Match.com worked for me (hence the nice man I'm kissing on a regular basis), my birthday rules, and I'm getting old. Not bad. I'm pleased with the Summer of Krash, and it's only half over. I'm more than willing to lisence my idea to anyone else for next summer (or if you'd like it to be sooner, you could try the Fall, Winter, or Spring of [your name here]) along with some helpful handy tips on how to make the whole thing work. All I ask is you include me somehow on the fun, or pay me with cake. I like cake.

In the meantime, I'll try to start carrying around a pen and paper with me so I can write down my great blog ideas when I have them. (This, of course, assumes that I'll be able to remember why I'm carrying a pen and paper around with me. Well, at least I'll keep myself entertained with all the guessing as to what the hell I'm doing, no?) ;)