Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I lost my bracelet today. It was silver and engraved, and I got it 6 years ago from my oldest friend as a birthday present. I've taken it off maybe twice in that time, just to clean it. Once got into an argument with an airport security guard because I refused to take it off before going through the metal detector. It's one of the few objects in my life--rather than something that I own--that I consider irreplaceable. And now I'm really sad that it's gone. Really, really sad. And how weird that I would lose it after having such a great week. I'm not sure why bad and good things always have to happen in clusters.