Cryday
Dearest,
I broke the sugar bowl this morning, yes again. The top flipped and broke the bottom, wierd! Then I realized that I don't know where to buy another sugar bowl. I think that I used to know! What happened to me? How can one forget something so basic?
I grabbed lunch at the Deli today, some woman there was so flirting with me. I got spooked! Not for any of those old reasons, in fact I can't really figure out why. Walking to my car with my sammich I was asking myself, Self, what the hell is wrong with you?" You! that's what's wrong with me.
Oldies night! They were playing Buddy Holly songs and I was remembering how we'd sing along. Thought I was headed for Sad Town so I put on the Neil Diamond tape, Well . . . that made it worse!
Tamsin called, she's such a good kid. I'll probably talk to her later, she's working a show, Wicked. Gets in around 1:00, left her a return. Basically spent most of today wondering what the hell happened to me. it's like surveying the wreckage after a storm. I just find bits and pieces, try to remember what went with what. I think perhaps I've become too mature, maybe I need to get a little juvenile again. You know, I know just the person.
Talk to you soon, When I'm more immature, Your Ken
I broke the sugar bowl this morning, yes again. The top flipped and broke the bottom, wierd! Then I realized that I don't know where to buy another sugar bowl. I think that I used to know! What happened to me? How can one forget something so basic?
I grabbed lunch at the Deli today, some woman there was so flirting with me. I got spooked! Not for any of those old reasons, in fact I can't really figure out why. Walking to my car with my sammich I was asking myself, Self, what the hell is wrong with you?" You! that's what's wrong with me.
Oldies night! They were playing Buddy Holly songs and I was remembering how we'd sing along. Thought I was headed for Sad Town so I put on the Neil Diamond tape, Well . . . that made it worse!
Tamsin called, she's such a good kid. I'll probably talk to her later, she's working a show, Wicked. Gets in around 1:00, left her a return. Basically spent most of today wondering what the hell happened to me. it's like surveying the wreckage after a storm. I just find bits and pieces, try to remember what went with what. I think perhaps I've become too mature, maybe I need to get a little juvenile again. You know, I know just the person.
Talk to you soon, When I'm more immature, Your Ken
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