My brain is as foggy as London town. I got up, but my brain shut down. I picked up a paper, and I said, "Now don't lose this." Then my brain went dead. I got on a freeway. It was the wrong one. So now my trip had become a long one. Made a list, but of course couldn't find it. Told myself: Oh, I don't mind it. (Liar) Here's my shoe. Now where's its mate? And where, good grief, is my partial plate? And where are my keys? And those library books? Thank goodness I've kept my stunning good looks.