nothing but memories
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.09.15
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
When I was a teenager I was sure I'd be dead before I was thirty. Let's just say that I am well into some serious gravy time now but sometimes I wonder if I am actually dead and this is hell.
—anonymous blog comment