1) Text message. A few nights back, I cleaned out my text message inbox and sent folder before going out. The next morning I had 58 messages in my inbox and 70 in the sent folder. Most of these messages have a negligible literary value.
2) Cook. I woke up this morning to a full stomach and a frying pan filled with congealed butter and wilted onions -- I cooked pelmeni when I got home last night. At least I remember that. Once I woke up to find a bunch of dirty pans in the sink, empty food packages scattered about, and a delicious quiche in the fridge. I'd made it from scratch. And remembered none of it.