The aftertaste of my morning half-cup of no cream/one sugar/skim milk coffee sits strangely acrid on my tongue this morning, the bitterness slightly reminiscent of that very first jolt of that lucid drug that kept the weight of college bearable and forgiving.
But as I examine the dark swirl of cocoa-colored liquid in my coffee mug this morning for altercations, I see nothing out of the norm.
It is the same mug that I’ve had for the last 16 months, 5 days and a smattering of hours here and there. Washed and re-used, re-washed and used once again, symbolic of the changes in my persona and mentality in the last 16 months and 5 days. It’s strange how one small sense of variation has brought to light an epic change.
posted by Sheila @ 8/05/2005 10:41:00 AM
2 Comments:
I really like your blog. You are very articulate and expressive with your writing.
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