Brain the size of a pumpkin: hollow and gone to seed.

Last night, at a halloween gathering I was asked about my writing.
So how's your course going?
Eeuukkk...
Who do you have for poetry?
Euuukk...it was supposed to be someone and it's someone else instead. It's a woman. I can't remember her name.
What sort of writing do you do?
Euuukk...

So I failed the intellectual adult conversation test. Three children and now I'm only qualified to talk about the contents of the dishwasher and soup recipes. Will my brain ever return..?