Filing cabinets?

I realized today that though I remember things quite easily, I can't remember for the LIFE of me where these things are referenced from. For example, I can recall quotes and concepts and stories from movies and books and TV shows, but it takes me a minute to remember who said what in which movie or book or show.
I was talking to someone just a while ago about how my mind must be like a big box with papers strewn about it, instead of the average intellectual's mind: a filing cabinet. Labels on everything, sending all information to its proper place.
I want a filing cabinet mind! Then I could remember where statistics were from, and who said which quotes.

[And I swear I haven't blown up my filing cabinet with narcotics. I swear!]

I've also determined that when you've found someone to love, loving them is very different far away. That is, you love them the same, but you want them to be there so much that you get this longing feeling attached to the love... you sit there thinking about how wonderful it would be for them to be there so you could feel them. And when I say feel, I mean feel their presence in any way possible. I find myself doubting the presence of others at times- not physically, but... I don't know, call it existentialism. It just gives me great delight to feel someone living and breathing beside [and BESIDES] me, to feel their warmth, and not necessarily in a romantic sense, but just... proof of survival?

Of course, romantic senses of this proof are wonderful too. To hold and be held, and to feel someone there with you, and to practically make a game involving whoever can get the closest to the other.

Wow, tangent. You can tell what I'm thinking about, ne? If I'm making any sense today, I feel like I should award myself a medal, hah.

I also really don't like how personal this post is becoming, so I'm going to cut it here.

-CS.