| Monday, November 26, 2001 |
 | Is it possible, do you think, to burn out your joy circuitry?
I was at Ben and Anna's wedding. Which was a beautiful thing. I don't think I've had a soppy grin on my face for that long in my entire life. They are quite the most perfect couple, so much so as to induce Princess Bride flashbacks.
Anyway, things get a little fuzzy after the happy couple departed for suite and sweetness. There appears to be a burn in my suit, which is also inexplicably spattered with icing sugar. At least, I hope it's icing sugar.
I also have a vague sense of doom, as I usually have in these situations, based on the suspicion that I have probably mortally offended at least one person and convinced everyone else present that I am a hapless buffoon to be shunned at all costs. Memory will return over the days and weeks to come, at which point I may have to leave the country.
As you might imagine, I was pretty messy on Sunday, with low serotonin levels not helped much by the discovery that my computer was utterly fucked. Bwah.
But now, after a Sunday of loafing and inactivity, I woke today so completely disheartened by the idea that there was a day to be in. Why isn't there a there for people who can't take being here?
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