plagued
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.11.08
Another day, another headache. I'd sensed this coming, and am not surprised.In the afternoon, when I was finally up and around, I went with the girlfriend to have a look at a car she's thinking of buying for her long treks around the province for work. It's a Mitsubishi Outlander. Surprisingly, I fit into the thing, and was quite comfortable to sit in despite its small size (at least for the duration of the test).