I just came back from the Santa Monica pier where I was supposed to meet some friends on the sand and listen to the concert. Clearly, my brain is occupied with other matters because I arrived sans cell phone, money, or a jacket. I'm surprised I had shoes on. I walked around and looked for them, but couldn't find them. Even if somebody has loaned me their phone, gone are the days when I actually memorize people's phone numbers...talk about bad planning.

Anyway, I decided to forget the whole thing and I ended up in Bebe trying on tops (nice stuff in that store).

Just for today, I can accept my limitations and be gentle with myself when I futz my whole night up.