…but now that it’s the opposite, it’s twice upon a time
Friday, August 29th, 2003I was sitting in my tub this morning, and I couldn’t remember her. Not that I couldn’t remember her name, but I couldn’t remember the concept. It’s funny, Sally M****** seems like a much longer time ago than high school.
Sally M******.
Why was I thinking about Sally M******, at 6 AM, in a bathtub? [...]