I Had a Topic

On my way to work this morning, I came up with a topic that I knew I should write about today, but by the time I got to work, I couldn't remember it.  On my drive home, the topic struck me again and I was sure that I wouldn't forget it, but only moments afterwards we narrowly avoided being stuck in a long line of gawker traffic (the opposite side of 94 was at a near stand-still for just under ten miles) and I forgot it again.

I was certain that I would remember it when I sat down to my computer, but it still hasn't come to me.  Worse, I ended up playing three losing games of Starcraft II in a row and so my mind has retreated to the place that only holds impotent rage.

I don't understand why my mind loses pieces of information that it promises it will remember while still retaining memories that I keep asking it to forget.  In my view, this is only further proof that my "self" only inhabits this body in a quasi-symbiotic relationship, and that some times the body can assert its dominance over my "self."  Although, why it's holding this particular piece of information hostage is not understandable to me (maybe it's withholding my understanding as well).

My body shouldn't be mad with me.  I certainly fed it enough tonight.