Sunday, December 04, 2005
The other day I was giving someone my cell phone number. As I said the numbers, I knew they weren't right, but I couldn't figure out why. I kept repeating the number in my head for an hour or so afterwards trying to see why it was so familiar, yet wasn't right. I finally figured out that I had given them Dear John's old phone number. I haven't thought about him in a long time, deliberately. Wonder what me doing that means. Stupid subconcious.