Folks...y'all...I'm just the worst. My ADHD has caught up to me. My world is crumbling around me as I know it. 

I am having two completely devastating crises at the same time, and I'm stuggle-bussing at the moment. I blame one on myself, and the other on Noah. 

So...I'm blaming Noah...for the loss of essential information that I, supposedly learned in elementary school. I couldn't tell if I was just having one of my blonde moments, or if I have legitimately lost some of my memory, but I lost a crucial bit of geographical information somewhere along the way. And as per usual, if I can't point proper blame at something, I blame either myself, or Noah. Because that's a benefit of marriage, right? 

The information that I have lost, and have now re-educated myself on via the power of the Internet and a textbook from college, is very embarrassing to me. Noah was watching a very delightful video, which was an interviewer asking citizens on the streets very basic questions of life. I was nailing every question with precise answers...until this one question that has rocked my entire world. And I can't even lie to you right now, I am beyond embarrassed. I genuinely feel wronged in life. Because I swear, Boy Scout's Honor, and with every ounce of my private college education...that there were only four oceans on Earth. Pacific, Atlantic, Indian, and Arctic. 

Southern. There is the Southern Ocean. When...did this happen? My mind is completely baffled at the notion that there is a fifth ocean on this planet. Let me explain something:  in regards to the level of distress that I am personally going through, I want to find a therapist. I have never sat down with one, but I sure as Hell want one right now! Either being 27 years old is now the common age for Alzheimer's, or I just missed a lot in school. I mean...I did go through the Indiana Education System, and that could be the proper source of the blame. But my husband is giving me such the hardest time over this. Don't get me wrong, we are laughing our tushies off over this, but I am not okay with this! Southern Ocean...I do not know where you came from, how you changed every history textbook in my house, and how you infected the Internet with your lies, but you gotta go! 

And now, on to the other issue that is giving me just as much stress at the current situation. I am writing the first chapter of Rising in the Shadows and I have made a discovery. While I do have a cast list, detailing out most of my characters' builds and personalities, I have made a few hiccups, and I need to re-read my entire book to take note of what I have said about my characters. The reason why I need to do this...is because I do not...have the color...of Dave's eyes...in my cast list file. 

I am currently skimming my chapters with Ctrl+F, searching key words (eyes, irises, Dave) like a deranged mad man! Noah is over here writing poetry and having a great time making fun of my planetary knowledge and how both the public and private education systems have failed me, and I can't remember what color Dave's eyes were! I know I mentioned it...somewhere...in a sentence...in a chapter. They are not mentioned often, and that is another strike for me. I have smoked waaaaaaaay too many cigarettes in the past two hours, and I'm nearing the end of my patience for myself. 

But! I am a comedian. And an author. I will forever make fun of this day. Tuesday, January 19th, 2021. They day that I found out that there are, in fact, five oceans on our planets. And I will either remember, or find out what color Dave's eyes are. I am determined. I am strong. I...need another cigarette. Please, for all that is sacred and holy, I ask of you, my blog readers:  make fun of this! I'm laughing maniacally, and think that this is the funniest day of my life, and I need some feedback!