I have the memory span of a fruit fly

It all started innocently enough.

"Do we have any rubber cement?" asks Mike.
"Yes!" I say, because I remember I just bought some in the last couple of weeks.

Why?
And, where did I put it?

I don't know.
And, I don't know.

I remember that I desperately NEEDED it and it HAD to be rubber cement...

So I guess I didn't repair the item that inspired the purchase, and then I completely forgot about the entire situation, start to finish.

This is going to drive me bonkers.