Jason, on Tuesday: Did you find out anything about the Schramsberg?
Me: Shoot! I forgot. I'll do it today.
Jason, on Wednesday: Did you get a chance to talk to anybody at Schramsberg?
Me: GAH! Totally forgot again. I'm on it. Got it.
Jason, on Thursday: What's up with Schramsberg?
Me: Dammit! Sorry, sorry, sorry. I swear I'll do it today.
Jason, on Friday: Are you ever going to get in touch with Schramsberg?
Me: Shitfuckdammit! Write it down for me please. You know if it's not written down, it doesn't exist in my world. Just WRITE IT DOWN. Here's some junk mail. Write it on that envelope and put it with my notebook.
Overkill? Maybe. But I remembered to do it that day.