Life. We're all living ours. These are slices of mine.
Friday, November 26, 2004
Again, The Stupid Procrustean Bed
Pussyfooting. The damned letter won't write itself while you're doing inconsequential stuff, Dex. Meanwhile you can't sleep and the other stuff you need to do just piles up in front of you. Damn.
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