Book amnesia
Have you ever read a book, then ten years later picked it up again and seriously questioned whether you had actually read it before, or just sat slack-jawed staring at the pages for a couple of weeks? Dracula is doing that to me right now. I can very clearly remember sitting in my dorm room fall of Freshman year, reading it before bed. I'm re-reading it now, and I don't remember half of this! What the hell happened? Was trying to pass Physics eating my brain? Was I too busy pining for my Philosophy professor? Was I just pretending to read it in order to impress my roommate? (Trying to impress my couldn't-hack-one-year-of-a-two-year-degree-in-PT, manic depressive, self-diagnosed with asthma, carpal tunnel syndrome AND dyslexia, chain-smoking Freshman year roommate? ...Maybe I was just tired.)