Where am I?

You know what makes me rabbley?  When like six different things get me really rabbley and I want to rabble about them but by the time I get to a computer I can't remember a single one.  Though he probably doesn't remember, Andy Warhol described it well, "My mind is like a tape recorder with one button, erase."  Or in more festy terms, I suffer from CRS, "Can't Remember Shit."  On top of that I can't hear worth a shit either.  I fear what it will be like when I'm sixty, though I'm not sure I'll have the sense to care by then so yeah, whatever.  Rabble-B