Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Tearing out a grocery list this morning, I came across this note, buried deep in one of my notepads. I keep this little book with me to jot down ideas, etc., and often have it with me in bars -- but I'm coming up blank on who might have written it (no, it's not my handwriting, thanks for asking).
No idea, either, when it was -- I don't think I've had this one out with me in a bit. It's kind of flattering (if indeed I was the intended recipient), and as mysteries go, this is a pleasant sort. Forever unsolved, forever untainted by the disappointment reality would likely bring.