frustration

today i was stair-stepping/reading "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" at the gym. i thought of an awesome title--i mean i was really excited about it. i would use it for a poem or for creative nonfiction. and i've lost it now. i still have 400 pages to read in the book (by tomorrow night), i'd rather watch the olympics, my body is sore, and i can't think of the freakin title. i can't THINK.