archives for Sunday 6 March 2005
utterly squdlin
Sunday 6 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Mrrrrrt! announces Eloise brightly, and chases her crumpled-up paper ball across the hideous brownish shag carpeting (”crapeting” I typo, and almost don’t think worse of it). How many times am I allowed to blog today?
I can’t think if I’ve ever confessed various things, various romantic happenings which seem so backgrounded to my life now that […]
flustrated
Sunday 6 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Is what I am ce matin. Greatly aggrieved and suddenly thoroughly mourning my missing Librarian and even the Former Film Critic. A laconic phone message from the latter was among the squillion voicemails (and sadly, no, most of them aren’t due to screening or my being asleep—I came back from a press screening yesterday to […]
