Totally Blank

My family is worried for their future. They’re seriously concerned that they will soon be caring for me as my memory fails and I fall into a life of dementia. I kid you not. I remember nothing. Or rather, I remember things that help me not at all. For instance, I can remember every word to this random song that I had to sing in 6th grade choir. It’s been stuck in my head all day. “The teacher says I have to learn this song from memory. She says it looks professional; it sounds like work to me. I stand up here with shaking knees and cold and sweaty hands. When I signed up for chorus this was not what I had planned. Just no mistaking ’em,...