i have no purpose

I get up,

cross my doorway

walk into the hall

and realize that I have no idea what I'm doing there

I didn't forget what I was supposed to do

I just got up and walked out

maybe part of my brain though I was supposed to do something?

I think I have early stages of alzheimer

either that, or I have been contaminated by the horrible smell of a snickers melting into a coffee again.

Jay tortured me with this today.
He came next to me and started, in slow-motion, the most unwatchable dipping process I've ever witnessed.
I almost puked

I think I'm going to call the Snickers & Coffee: "the Sniffee"