Something wicked this way comes...
Just now I was writing a list of things to get at the store. I was writing it on a blank sheet of paper that had been stapled to the back of an essay I had written, but had torn off to save paper so there were little staple holes at the top. As I put my pen down it caused my paper to drop to the ground. I reached down, picked up the paper and it was- BLANK. I turned it over - still BLANK. I even shook the paper hoping to make my words show up. It is the same paper as there are still the little staple holes but my list of five items is gone. I've now crawled all around my desk and picked up my chair several times looking for a paper with my writing on it, and this blank sheet is the ONLY one.
It's nice to have it be October when I can happily invent ghosts and magic to explain all lapses in my sanity.
Just now I was writing a list of things to get at the store. I was writing it on a blank sheet of paper that had been stapled to the back of an essay I had written, but had torn off to save paper so there were little staple holes at the top. As I put my pen down it caused my paper to drop to the ground. I reached down, picked up the paper and it was- BLANK. I turned it over - still BLANK. I even shook the paper hoping to make my words show up. It is the same paper as there are still the little staple holes but my list of five items is gone. I've now crawled all around my desk and picked up my chair several times looking for a paper with my writing on it, and this blank sheet is the ONLY one.
It's nice to have it be October when I can happily invent ghosts and magic to explain all lapses in my sanity.
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If it were me I would start to doubt that I had written the words even though I KNOW that I wrote them.
Strange.