archives for Monday 11 December 2006
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Monday 11 December 2006 | I like a cookie
As the Brujo would say. I woke this morning completely clobbered, to my astonishment, almost as if pressed down into the mattress by a heavy unrelenting hand that can also somehow talk, mentioning to me from time to time conversationally what a genuinely terrible person I am. And it’s not because of last night, I [...]
