It's my life?

I hate it when information gets into my head when I'm not certain of its source - for instance, when someone asks me a question and I start to answer "I don't know," only to realise that, wait, I do know. I don't know how I know, but I know. We're bombarded with so much information these day, in so many different forms, that I suppose it's almost inevitable the sources don't always stick. I do find it a little disconcerting though.

I think I had a conversation with someone recently, about their plans for the weekend. They were going to do some shopping, get a newspaper, go the gym, read the newspaper, work out at the gym and then go home to vegetate in front of the tv. At least I think I had that conversation. I'm not entirely sure - this morning I couldn't rule out that it might have been something I'd read online, or in a newspaper, or picked up from somewhere else. Regardless, today I went shopping, got a newspaper, went to the gym, read the newspaper, worked out at the gym, and then went home and vegged out in front of the tv for a while.

Now I'm wondering if I did have that conversation after all, but I was just remembering the wrong side of it...