a bowl of cherries?
2004-01-27 || 6:32 p.m.

Very gradually the details are beginning to slip away like a dream. To begin with I could remember each day with complete clarity. What I was doing Monday last week, what I was doing Tuesday two weeks ago. Now however the memories are slipping through my fingers like the bastard sands of time. And I know its just right and good and proper. It should be like that. It always is. And so I'm just going to shrug my shoulders and say 'oh well, nevermind' because, well ... oh well, nevermind.