archives for Friday 31 December 2004
thoroughly festaed
Friday 31 December 2004 | I like a cookie
It’s three-thirty here at Chez Zen and I’m curled up in bed imitating Herself—that is, lying here with my G4 on top of the duvet and pretending to work. She could be playing solitaire for all we know, but I don’t think she is; she’s a force of nature—as M. used to call me—but I […]
