Here's a story...

I just had this random thought that's gotten me, yet again, off track.

One of millions that plague me each day.

When I was a young person I was addicted to TV. I spent a lot of time at home, alone, and once the idiot box was on, it sucked me in to its vortex. Even if "nothing was on," I had trouble turning it off. I confess I went through a small (or not so small) Brady Bunch obsession for many years. I'm pretty sure I've seen every episode at least twice.

Which brings me to my revelation today. Every experience is catalogued in the brain somewhere. So I've got a whole section of brain tissue dedicated to storing useless memories of Brady Bunch trivia. What a waste. I could have learned French.