My brain is stuffed and words are leaking out my ears

I’ve had to memorize copious amounts of text in the last two days—text which I’ll likely forget just as soon as I regurgitate it in front of a camera—but when I say regurgitate I mean with passion and conviction, sort of like a really violent episode of food poisoning, but sexier, and anyway the point is that my brain is stuffed with all these words and I’m pretty sure some vital info may have been jettisoned in order to accommodate all the new paragraphs so if you see me wandering around confused, shaking my phone unsure how to answer it, pawing mutely at elevator doors, drooling in front of escalators, throwing my upper body at clothing in a vain attempt to put on my coat, just know that I can tell you a lot about about other stuff but that I don’t remember what a fork is or where I live.