Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want (preferably clean, but if you can’t handle it, maybe use some code words or something).
Then post this to your journal (or don’t) and see what people remember of you.

I’ll start it all off:

The memory I have about me, is that this one time I was so bored, I kept checking my email over and over, and the only thing there was spam. Then, I made some fake pudding out of avocados, cactus sugar and carob powder. I know your saying, “Ewwww, that is disgusting. Avocado pudding? Are you smoking crack?” But, I would tell you that it’s actually pretty good.

But, then, I remember taking the sheet and comforter cover out of the dryer and being not that into putting it back on the bed. So it’s just laying crumpled up in the corned of the matress, tangled up in my feet while I digest avocado pudding and delete spam.

Then, I remember that my husband doesn’t feel good, and I don’t either and there’s nothing we can do for each other because we’re a sullen a fickle breed.

So I guess I’ll put the sheets on the bed.