Losing My Mind

I've had busy semesters before. In fact, I've had busier semesters. Somehow, though, the specifics of this semester add up to result in a product where I am as absent minded as an Alzheimer's patient with ADD. It's quite terrible, I've gotta say. Today, I get a call from my dad.

Dad: We went to the video store today and they said they hadn't gotten back the one we lent you yet.
Me: The which one?
Dad: The one you picked up when you stopped by the house a couple days ago.
Me: Oh, crap. That one. It's still in my car.

I had, in fact, completely forgotten that the DVD even existed. I'm also having a remarkable inability to remember which day of the week it is. I wake up in the morning and, at least once a week, have to consciously remind myself of whether it's a day when my alarm is about to go off and when it's a day I can sleep in. This morning, for instance. I woke up and the first thought I had was something about what I was going to do in Comp. class today. Yes, today.

The frustrating part is that, for the most part, I'm someone who can hold things in their mind fairly well. I get lots of practice with that while I'm at the bar, and it's a skill that's leaked over a bit. Except for now. Now it's completely gone and I've become quite the scatter-brain. Ugh. Time to stop by the store and pick up a pack of post-it notes to stick on things like my front door, with notes like: Need wallet, and Car keys. 'Cause funny enough, Friday morning I walked out the house, and only realized I didn't have keys yet when I tried to lock the door behind me.

For the love of Steve, where is my mind and has anybody seen it?