Stupid memory (and happy birthday, Adhipee :D)

The other day, I thought of something really intense and I was going to blog about it and build up on it and get a legit logical flow of thought out of it. So there I was, sitting in an old, rickety Fiat cab, crossing Fountain and a little out of sorts. And lazy. Of course, you'd say.
So I was like "Mmm, my phone is in my back pocket. So much effort required in putting my hand in my pocket, pulling it out so that it doesn't fall into the gap between the backrest and the bottom, unlocking the damn phone and then putting down my thoughts into an email that I could send to my blog. I'll just remember this when I'm little more proactive and sober because it's so intense and deep and logical that it could make sense to anyone and obviously it's so awesome that I won't forget it."
And then I forgot about remembering it. And now I don't know what it was at all.
#ScumbagMemory

P.S.: Happy birthday Adhishree! I love you :)