waiting while hungover
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Sydney, 2001.03.24
Hung around the apartment all day waiting for word from Dad. We were hungover as hell anyway.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Hung around the apartment all day waiting for word from Dad. We were hungover as hell anyway.
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
—Douglas Adams