05/31/2002 Entry: "Cloud on my Tongue."

I swear to god I had a diary entry all planned out sometime last week. What happened?

I was at the Boyfriend's workplace this afternoon (as a client, this time, not just a visitor) and walked into their office area to say goodbye. Which is to say, I walked in right past the "Meeting in Progress" sign, not realizing what it said until I was standing there, embarrassed, in the midst of all his coworkers, looking at me and wondering what I was doing in their meeting.

Did I mention that my mental fog is a little thicker than usual lately?

The fog makes it easier to manipulate my emotions too. I heard a story on NPR yesterday morning about a woman who was retrieving items out of her late significant other's car beneath the World Trade Center. When they pried open the trunk for her, she found an undamaged, wrapped birthday present he had bought for her. I may claim to be think I am a cynical fuck, but damn if my eyes don't get a little misty just writing about it.

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Nothing wrong with being in a mental fog, so long as there is an effective foghorn nearby to warn of jagged cliffs ahead.

Posted by Huntington @ 05/31/2002 09:46 AM PST