At some point I'll manage to transfer the entries I'm mentally composing during the day to the PC

I guess it's really telling that J's boyfriend of a month had to tell me where I put my iron.
I know I've used the thing exactly once in the six years I've owned it - it was to iron a couple of white coats before our first anatomy exam. And I only needed to know where it's stored right now because J. wanted to borrow it.
I obviously fail at caring about wrinkles.