I just discovered a box of fancy chocolate-dipped cookies that I had intentionally hidden in my kitchen a few days ago and forgotten about until now

What is wrong with me, I usually have a full mental inventory of all nearby snacks

This feels like a cutting indictment of my situational awareness

(They're actually my wife's and I'm not allowed to eat them. I had better hurry up and forget they exist again)

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