paper forms

I found a small notebook that I started writing in on the night of September 11th, 2001. I wrote more in that notebook than in my livejournal that season. There was a welter of strange life and care inside me then, everything changing. There are only a dozen or so entries, but it's disquieting.

There's an entry about having my palm read on the Drag that I barely remember happening. But the entry itself makes some unsettling notes. I don't go in for prophecies, or predestined moments. Still, it's a bit uncanny.

The only part I want to note here:
... that I try to project many selves, but I know my own identity strongly.

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I had dinner with Stacy and Eric, which was salad (real salad!), super garlic delicious pizza and a scoop of the most minty perfect homemade ice cream. It was so heavenly. We were disturbed by 80s memories and watched an episode of Angel. Excellent relaxing.

I am so sleepy that I think I'm off to fall asleep in the shower. Mwuhahah.