Somehow my brain remembers almost everything upside down and backward. Heading to a meeting at 1011 NW 34th Street and somehow I find myself looking for 1101 NW 43rd Street. It is very annoying. I’ll be in a group talking about something, and someone will correct me, and I’ll have to ask, “What did I say?” Because I thought I said the right thing when really it came out some weird, twisted aberration of what the right thing actually is.