when i first started my twitter account, someone took over it and added all manner of people and posted spam for a day, no big deal. i changed my passwords, it hasn't happened again, but i think of it often.
today i go to a site to use it and when i register, i discover i am already registered and have, in fact, used the site. to save something that is related to something only known to doc and i as an interest to me. i don't remember ever using this site before, and in fact, have had some sort of strange bias against using it until today. so i don't think i set up the account. i've changed my passwords again.
it isn't that it's embarrassing or anything. it's just that nobody knows about it. not even kelli. it was a private moment between doc and i at the shore that is really trivial at the time, but seems bigger when something weird happens around it.
and who the hell figures out my passwords? both were completely different, and absolutely outlandish and gibberish just for me to remember them. (for some reason i remember some complicated stuff better than the simple stuff.) doc sometimes sets up accounts in my name, but we have special passwords for that. this didn't use them.
see? i'm losing my mind. i had to have done these things, right? i don't understand. really, i don't. i wouldn't use my twitter account to spam people, i hate spam, i've quit jobs rather than spam. but who the fuck would?
today's goal is to bring in a random box and unpack it. and put away the clothes in my room. okay, two goals.
i took my laptop on the patio yesterday and surfed through my collection of music and refound Pink. i had forgotten all about her music and how much i love it. how does that happen to me?
oh yeah, my other goal is to find some information on ECT and long term future memory problems and cognitive function effects. i'm starting to think i'm brain damaged from the psych drugs and the ECT. i need info.