As my long-time readers know, I always carry around scraps of paper and a pen to write down notes. This is, in fact, how I function in life. If I lose these notes, I am invariably screwed. But from time to time, my bad memory (or old-fashioned b00ze) makes me forget why I wrote down said tiny cryptic note. (It doesn't help that said scraps get carried around for weeks if not months.)
Today's example is a prime one. At the party on Saturday night, I wrote down "sow-hin wa-ha-gut". I have no idea what that means, or what I am supposed to do with it. This is a sad state of affairs.
But while I have you all here, happy All Saints' Day, for those of you who are into that sort of thing.