I Served Serial Joe a Slushie

I decided to clean the desk in my office today - I haven't been able to find anything on it in weeks. That's kind of sad considering it's only about 3x2 feet. Anyways, I came across papers filled with my writing, and I had absolutely no clue what I was doing on them. None. It was hard to even tell if it was math. Very disconcerting feeling, knowing that something one wrote in the past 6 months now has no meaning to you.