December 12, 2002~~3:19 p.m.
Haircute day... (that was a "haircut" typo, but I decided to stick with it.)

Damn. I have such incredibly profound thoughts on the way to work in the morning. Great stuff, really. Stuff that should not go unsaid, unpondered, unremembered. Unfortunately by the time I'm heading home it's all turned to mush. A garble of this and that, none of it making a bit of sense or sounding like it matters a stitch in the fabric of my life.

It's frustrating, this inability to maintain a grasp on the things that feel important to me. Everyday starts so fresh. Focused. Like I've discovered the secret plans and begun to decode them and all that remains is the details.

Now... nothing. And it isn't just the code I'm missing; it's the entire plan. Everything. Gone like water painted onto the sidewalk on a hot, summer day.

So my head is idealess, but sporting an awfully cute new 'do.

~Alice