Mission 014 - Memory Blues

I am suffering memory loss. For the life of me I can't remember what mission I was going to write here.
Now I'm trying not to become annoyed at myself for forgetting (in line with my previous mission).
Actually, I suspect this general lack-of-memory is linked to the important essay that I'm trying to produce by next Tuesday. Earlier this year I noticed that I had the same problem about the same time as an exam. It appears that my brain reaches capacity in times of intellectual stress and pushes out all perceived non-essential information (like the name of Keira Knightley, which escaped me earlier today and then came back to me an hour after I was looking for it) to make way for the necessary information (such as how Kant's Critique of Judgement influences literary prize judging). Do not, I repeat (for my own benefit) do not invite me to join your pub quiz team at the moment.
After next Tuesday I expect things will improve, and once again I will remember word for word everything the Buckwell has ever said and done in the past and use it against him in future arguments.
In the meantime, I am going to buy myself some fish oil, or Omega 3 or whatever it's called.
That's not my mission, by the way. My mission is to remember the mission I was going to write here to begin with.