archives for February 2005
the day of her death was a cold, dark day
Thursday 10 February 2005 | I like a cookie
It’s Thursday and I have a fine ambitious list of things to do and instead I’m in bed in my new cream-colored fleece bathrobe, a gift from my mother, typing. The cat has gone mad after an attempted, nay, successful escape (she shot past me as I opened the screen door to set the trash [...]
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a disastrous tea with the former film critic
Monday 7 February 2005 | I like a cookie
In the ludicrously named Maison et Thé, what the Film Critic has just said takes my breath away. He looks at me blankly, so I write our old pen names down on Hello Kitty paper, to illustrate to him what I was talking about, since he seemed to have forgotten completely, to my barely disguised [...]
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what day is today?
Saturday 5 February 2005 | I like a cookie
Sadly enough last time I erased, or rather typed over and then re-saved, the real entry from 1.05.05, which was me spazzing out, ranting and raving because I’d misunderstood N.’s using his credit card on a phone sex line on New Year’s Eve as being actually talking to a live woman and getting off with [...]
