Jul. 9th, 2018 03:34 pm
A world without
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muckefuckIt seemed that for the longest time, I would wake up in the morning and have trouble believing that I actually lived in a world without Monshu. Today I woke up and realised I have trouble believing that I ever lived in a world where he was with me every day. I couldn't tell you when that flipped. I'm not even sure if it's a once-and-for-all thing either. It seems I often find there's an oddly dream-like quality to my days. I felt it Saturday and again on Sunday. I keep ascribing it to not sleeping well, but I've struggled with poor sleep my entire adult life and yet this particular sensation feels novel.
It's particularly odd since one of the highlights of Saturday's cocktail gathering was getting to talk about Monshu. One of the attendees is another Regenstein alum who thought he might know him so I pulled out some old photos in the vain hope of jogging his memory. He was a smoker, so his chances were better than most. He did manage to remind me of Timmy the Cashier Boy, the gay creep who slept with my first boyfriend before I could.
It's particularly odd since one of the highlights of Saturday's cocktail gathering was getting to talk about Monshu. One of the attendees is another Regenstein alum who thought he might know him so I pulled out some old photos in the vain hope of jogging his memory. He was a smoker, so his chances were better than most. He did manage to remind me of Timmy the Cashier Boy, the gay creep who slept with my first boyfriend before I could.
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