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September 10, 1997
In a haze.
I promised myself I'd write every day, including the weekend. But somehow that resolution did not come to pass.
We were exceptionally lazy this weekend and I didn't feel much like writing anything. I didn't have much of anything important on my mind, you see.
We talked a little bit about innoncence and naivete and whether or not I posess those characteristics. I am, after all, just a little bit clueless. Yet another office lunch proved that point. Why can't I just keep my mouth SHUT?!? I keep embarrasing myself, making other people uncomfortable. Why? Because I can't be dishonest with myself. Because I say what I think and I don't think enough about the consequences. Somebody pass me gag or something. It just rained, nice and hard, clearing the air ... so how come I can't clear my brain? |