What's your story, Mourning Glory?

It hurts to write here and I'm not sure if it is the innoculation sort of hurt (painful but useful) or if it is the papercut on your finger kind of hurt (painful, unpleasant and likely to not let you forget about it for a while.) You see, I used to write, in part, so Mom would read. It's like dialing her number and realizing she won't be there to answer. I have discovered that were I was once disjunct and silly I am now flighty and a dork. Let me cite examples. I gave myself a papercut on my lip while talking to my boss. I lost my phone. More than once. I couldn't find the money I had put in my pocket and later found it. In my back pocket. I forgot about back pockets. I cannot find a cooking pan in my house. One I know I threw away. I can't find the other. I checked the freezer eve. No good. * sigh * And thus we see... I could be a funny home video subject.