Monday, June 21, 2004

I was talking to this guy I know, Merrill.

He was saying he doesn't need to know what time it is, because that's besides the point--he usually doesn't even know what day it is.

This morning I got myself in big trouble b/c I never know what date it is--trouble I knew I would get into for exactly this reason--and I'm kind of clinging to Merrill's problem. Because maybe it's not, okay, well I am the world's flakiest, stupidest, air-headedest person, but maybe it's a writer thing, you know. We're just not trained to know what day and date it is. We live in worlds of our own construction in which it can be ANY DAY WE WANT. Sadly, the rest of the world does not love this about us.

Anyway, thanks Merrill.

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