Observation of the moment:
Dec. 17th, 2003 11:50 pmYou know when an essay is festering when spending half and hour cleaning dust and hair out of your keyboard with a nail clipper is preferable to writing another word.
Marguerite Duras' Summer Rain. Lovely novel. Agony in the ass to write about.
On an unrelated note, a happy [belated] birthday to my much-loved
telepwen. I called her today to wish her a birthday without the belated disclaimer, on the theory that since I hadn't slept since it had been her birthday, it was still her birthday.
*goes back to festering*
Marguerite Duras' Summer Rain. Lovely novel. Agony in the ass to write about.
On an unrelated note, a happy [belated] birthday to my much-loved
*goes back to festering*