The flake strikes again

Well apparently I used up all my powers of organization and non-daftness up trying to juggle transcription, a freelance project that required a lot of juggling, seeing the career counselor, and fitting in meditations and a support group, because after packing up homemade brownies and two different kinds of cookies I realized I couldn't remember the address of where my book club was being held. Although I thought I knew the general area. But after 45 minutes of driving and walking I gave up. And now they are without dessert, whilst I am with dessert, a shitload of it, and alone on a Saturday night.