tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26953856.post4962737222075365887..comments2023-10-15T10:36:30.216-04:00Comments on I Will Not Eat The Darkness: Tuesday Afternoon TunesAnais Ninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04854303141967163306noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26953856.post-36031857129282637322008-06-25T14:02:00.000-04:002008-06-25T14:02:00.000-04:00Isn't that weird? I know exactly how to get to Dav...Isn't that weird? I know exactly how to get to David's grave; what shirt he was buried in, but I can't remember the exact date. I even looked back on my blog to find it, but I didn't post on that day. I posted something about it a couple of days later. <BR/>I think the reason I can't remember exactly is because I was so traumatized at the time. I don't remember much else going on around that time either. <BR/>I hope your reason is self-protective. I would hate to think that some sadness from your past keeps hanging on to you so tightly.Anais Ninhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04854303141967163306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26953856.post-19369880226639442722008-06-25T13:47:00.000-04:002008-06-25T13:47:00.000-04:00Funny. I never thought about it until just this s...Funny. I never thought about it until just this second, but I can't remember the exact anniversary of most of my big-bad-sad moments. I know the time of year, the season, the smell, the outfit... but never the date. Hmm.<BR/><BR/>I wonder if that's self-protective, or just my brain's way of stretching out the misery a little longer?Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02778318185310548615noreply@blogger.com