I'm trying to figure out right now why last night I acted so responsively or enthusiastically to various conversations I was involved in. A day later, sitting in your office cubicle pushing papers around, you remember the bustle and activity of the previous evening's events, and you wonder, "Why did I act that way?" I'm at a loss, thinking about how I had that much energy. Today, the topics discussed and the empty exclamations I made seem so frivolous. I keep shaking my head in disbelief. Especially because nobody sees it in this office.
I also have to confess that while I was having breakfast today, watching the Herve Villechaize E! True Hollywood Story, I became sick to my stomach having coffee with images of Herve's last days. Fantasy Island's favorite butler had serious medical problems in his final years and the program spared nothing in portraying his agony and physical debilitation. He even made a drawing entitled "Dwarf Pain" that sort of depicted how excruciating it was to live with normal-sized organs in a midget body. God, why am I sharing this on Blogger? I just thought it was weird that something like that pretty much ruined my breakfast.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:34 PM
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