Friday poetry challenge: mxd mssges

I'm tearing through my to-do list, prioritizing and tackling and crossing off tasks until I hit an item that stumps me: a tiny yellow sticky note that says....something? It's my handwriting for sure and I definitely recall writing this note and attaching it to my laptop so I'd be sure to attend to the matter today, but now I can't read the words or remember why they're important.

The second word is Laugh, capitalized and underlined, but the first word(s?) is (are?) Inchworm, Inc hour, Inchon, I wear, I charm, or some other incomprehensible scribble. It must have been important or I wouldn't have written it down but if the meaning doesn't come back to me soon, it's going in the trash.

For a person addicted to using words to bring order to chaos, it's a little disconcerting to leave myself commands I can't decipher. I'm happy to comply with the second part of the message--Laugh--and in fact I'm still a little tickled by what a student said in class yesterday when I asked her, during a discussion of Raymond Carver's "Cathedral," what she was laughing about and she said, "I can't help it--you have an infectious laugh." What was I laughing about while discussing "Cathedral"? I don't remember, any more than I remember what that sticky note is trying to tell me. If laughter remains after language fails, then I'm definitely equipped for an eventual slide into dementia.

Well maybe I'm just tired, bone-crushingly, soul-destroyingly tired, after the ordeal of the past month, if it's been a month already, not that I can tell since the concept of time seems to have abandoned me as well. I might be able to read that note on another day when I'm well rested and refreshed, but today I'm tired of squinting at the squiggles so I think I'll put it aside and see what sort of verse such nonsense can inspire.

I found a note
from I to Me;
the content I
can clearly see,
but if they're words,
I can't discern
what they might mean.
(We live and learn.)

I know I want
to talk to Me
but Me can't cope
with squiggles. Gee,
if I and Me
part way with words
there's naught to do
but laugh. (Absurd!)

Okay, that's the best I can do under such ridiculous circumstances. Anyone else want to produce some nonsense?