Out Of Memory

It used to be that I could recall every detail, every name, every important date. But now? Well, let's just say the RAM upstairs is a bit faulty, and the system's slowing down. You could call it a virtual memory crisis. My brain seems to flash a message daily: *Out of Memory*. The more I try to juggle, the more *Insufficient Virtual Memory* errors pop up. It’s like trying to run a high-performance app on a decade-old computer.

I swear, some days it’s like an *Invalid Memory Reference*. I walk into a room and can’t remember why I’m there. Was it the keys? My phone? Or am I just going mad? There are moments when I’m mid-conversation and... what was I saying again? Ah yes, memory leaks! It's as if thoughts just drip away, no longer stored neatly in the brain.

The worst part? *No Shared Memory Found*. If only I could just sync with another brain or offload some of these tasks, but no—this old system’s on its own. The *paging* system must be shot because it takes ages to retrieve any useful info. At this rate, I might as well call in the IT guy for a *swap*; a few new chips and maybe this would all be easier.

Of course, there's always that dreaded moment—*Stack Overflow*. Too much data, too little processing power. One more thing to remember, and the whole system crashes. *Unable to Allocate Memory* is the phrase of the day when I’m asked to recall... uh... what was it again? Exactly. 

The symptoms are pretty clear—forgotten appointments, misplaced glasses, and an embarrassing number of times I’ve left the house without my wallet. And don’t even ask me about names. Those seem to be filed in a memory bin I can no longer access.

The severity of all this? Fatal, I tell you. At least to my dignity.

I’ve considered remedies. There’s *Ginkgo*—the herbal savior of memory, or so they say. I’ve even started leaving *memos* everywhere. Sticky notes, reminders on my phone, even alarms for things I’m probably already late for. I picked up a copy of the *Memory Bible* by *Gary Small*, but of course, I forgot to finish reading it.

And so, I muddle through this *out of memory* era of life. At least until someone invents an external hard drive for humans. Until then, I’ll just keep trying to reboot this system and hope for the best.