When I start writing, in Google Drive, the first thing I need to know is the date. I create a doc and that infernal little window pops up—it used to be that, by default, the title would be the first who knows how many characters of the text itself; the title would be the text and the text would be the title, and you needn't lift a finger—now I have to name it something so I name it for the date, in standard all-American format, like on the spine of a cassette of a Grateful Dead concert: 2/14/68, 5/8/77, 10/10/82. So 9/14/14.
Like the date might mean something. Like what I'm writing is historic, or enmeshed in history. Like it's got anything to do with it, really.
And sometimes, by the time I've thought hard enough to remember the date, I've forgotten what I was going to write about.