Sunday, August 9, 2009

How Could I Forget

Whenever I leave my house I get the feeling I've forgotten something important but easily fixable. My keys or wallet, maybe turning the oven off or calling someone back. Then I remember my marriage is crumbling.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

It's like realizing on the way to work that the dream you had last night was just a dream.

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