In which I try to remember what to write about

In general, I don't mind having a terrible memory that much. It's mostly a blessing. I write down the important stuff that I need to remember. I tend to forget the bad things that happen to me, and that's good because painful memories should not be dwelt upon, and I tend to forget the good things that happen to me, and that's also good because when people remind me of them later on, I can be pleasantly surprised that they happened in the first place. Oh sure, my memory has gotten me in trouble a few times, and it irks my wife to no end, but I think I come out ahead most of the time.

One of the problems with it is I think of all these great things to write about in the car and while trying to fall asleep, and then forget them as soon as I sit down at the keyboard.

Things to write about:
Mark Twain
metafying words
words that are what they mean