A few minutes ago

I went into my room to get ready for bed. I was looking around for the tank top I like to wear to bed, and I'm looking everywhere for the damn thing, pulling off blankets off my bed and everything (at any given time about a quarter of my wardrobe is on my bed). I finally gave up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. And of course I'm already wearing the damn thing. Under a t-shirt, but still. I think ten years from now I'll look back at this moment as the beginning of my dementia. "Hey, remember that time I forgot what clothes I was wearing?" Except, the cruel irony is, I won't remember.