Remember They Forgot

This morning I thought about how I find it comical when someone says they just "remembered they forgot". Then I found it comical that phrases such as this amuse me so. Why do I allow my thinks to be of such sorts? I was going to jot this all down at a later date; however, for fear of "forgetting to remember", now seems as good of a time as ever.

Thinking of sorts; sorting my thinks. My thoughts at a constant over-flow. Some waiting to come forth. But mostly all forgotten. But maybe that's a good thing?