have you ever read any proust? i've read the first sixty pages of swann's way twice now. i can't seem to make it any further than that. but those first sixty pages always leave me wondering, 'have years and years of pot-smoking destroyed my ability to remember anything that happened more than a week ago?' proust records every detail about his childhood (perhaps about the rest of his life as well, but i've only made it to page sixty).

every. blessed. detail.

i'm no proust. as illustrated by last night's dream/nightmare. i was standing at the entrance to columbia university's low library while some faceless person quizzed me about my education.

"so what do you remember about aristotle's topics?"
"tell me about that neuroscience course you took freshman year."
"can you define sine, cosine and tangent?"

it was truly frightening.

why can't i remember any of that stuff? i really don't remember any of it. it's never been much of an issue before. because, honestly... who cares about trigonometry and aristotle? certainly very few people in hollywood. but when you're thinking about medical school you start to get a little anxious. "what do you remember about the human body?" uh... uh... hold on let me google this.

not good.