waiting while hungover
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Sydney, 2001.03.24
Hung around the apartment all day waiting for word from Dad. We were hungover as hell anyway.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Hung around the apartment all day waiting for word from Dad. We were hungover as hell anyway.
Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great people are almost always bad people.
—Lord Acton, 1834-1902