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My old computer was housed in a new and elaborate desk, on which I had some receipts or tickets, and other miscellaneous pieces of paper. I was straightening them, and was procrastinating my obligation to organize them. I was inflicted with anterograde amnesia (the exact ailment that was the focus of the movie Memento), and so, while constantly forgetting all mental input, I was literally unable to make new memories. Dave mentioned that he was going to have a party at his house, during which everyone would get drunk. I immediately called Corey to inform him of this, about which he was excited. He was to pick me up at approximately 8 pm. I could not drive with my condition, and he was well aware of my anterograde amnesia, as though I have had it for quite some time. He eventually arrived at my house, but I soon lost track of him. I went into my bedroom and found him asleep on top of my bed. He immediately awoke, and I lost track of him again. I decided to call him over to my house (again), not remembering that I already called him and that he had already arrived. Part of me was able to omnisciently observe my inability to remember. For this second phone call, a girl answered, saying Corey had already left. I hesitated to speak, and just as a second girl answered the phone, I finally said something along the lines of "OK thank you." I somehow discerned that Corey had been in the upstairs bathroom for hours, so I knocked on the door, which was shortly after midnight. He admitted having stayed in there for too long. Finally we left for Dave's party. He was driving a pickup truck, and I was to sit in a cramped back-seat area. Next to me was a girl who is in my English Criticism class. I yelled, "What are you doing here?"