November 27, 2003
November 27, 2003 - 9:00 p.m.
It's been a good day.
And a hard day.
And I am very, very confused. Originally I intended to lie here, laptop precariously balanced on my lap, detailing the day for you. Now's my chance; Scratcher's asleep on the couch, the cat is crashed out, and I'm fresh from the tub.
But it doesn't feel right.
Do any of the rest of you ever feel like this isn't really your life? That you've awoken in the middle of someone else's world? Tonight at dinner I blinked between bites of pumpkin gratin - and when my eyes re-opened, I felt as if I were floating above the table, watching the group feast, distanced from the interactions. Who are these people? What am I doing here?
It was hard to spend Thanksgiving with strangers. I missed my family. Worse, I missed J's family. Not him, but the kids. His sisters and his mom. Shit.
When am I going to be done?
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