February 8th, 2008

So I took 3 slices of cheese from the hotel buffet this morning, 2 of one kind and 1 of another. I'm sitting down, eating my oatmeal when I go to eat my cheese. I look down at my plate and its gone! For the life of me I can't remember actually eating it. I must have eaten it, unless it fell off my plate on my way back to the table, which is unlikely.

It was very odd. I can't remember eating it at all. Did I cut it up with my fork and eat bite sized pieces? Did I fold it up and eat it? Did I just jam it into my mouth whole and unfolded? I can't even remember whether or not I noticed the difference in taste between the two kinds of cheese. Nothing. No memory at all of eating my cheese this morning.

I usually try to pay more attention to the small times in life, the details. Otherwise life becomes just a series of days, sliced into tasteless 4 hour slabs, stabbed with a fork and fired down the ol' pie hole without a thought.

Time to go get some lunch…