False memory.

2004-06-10 9:18 a.m.

A strange side effect from perpetual writing is ending up with false memories. For instance, this morning I was driving into work and a song came on the stereo that triggered a rather lascivious memory of something that happened to me in a night club. After a few seconds I realized a few simple facts, 1) I�ve never been to New York and 2) Vampires don�t exist. This happens to me often, I�ll recall a memory that didn�t really happen. Usually it�s pretty obvious that it�s not real. I don�t fly through space, assassinate monsters or fight to the death very often, but for a brief moment it seems blindingly real and perfectly normal. Do you have any false memories?

Persephone sleeps.

2004-06-08 9:26 a.m.

It went from sunny and 80 degrees last week to cold and rainy. I woke up this morning feeling like it was winter. It was dark outside and my bed seemed too warm and comfortable to leave. I dressed in layers; a shirt, a cardigan, a coat, tights and a long skirt. I could not shake the feeling that it was the depths of winter. I still feel the cold deep within my bones. I�m sipping coffee, trying to remind myself that it�s nearly summer but the cobwebs just fall heavier over my eyes.

Days like these.

2004-06-07 12:04 p.m.

Parties, The Man, Time Off.

2004-06-07 9:57 a.m.

Sorry I didn�t update this weekend but my life has been really boring lately. I�ve done nothing but eat, read, sleep with occasional bouts of work. I tried to throw a soiree this weekend and had only five people show up. Luckily they were five fabulous people but my track record with parties is pretty lame. I think I�ll stick to crashing other people�s parties.

I�m motivating myself to start working out this week. I�ve been experimenting at home with a light weight lifting routine. I�ll try the beginning kung fu class tomorrow and work into more classes this week. Next week I�ll start up yoga again.

I had great plans to take a week off in July to fuck around and practice being older. However, The Man has others plans for me as I�ve been summoned for jury duty. So I think I�ll take off the last week of this month and savor being young for an extra week. I think I�m also going to book some time at the spa. I figure I deserve it, and nothing says relaxation like a giant Scandinavian woman named Inga rearranging your muscles to the throes of Yanni.

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