ill
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2004.11.10
I've got a cold. Too much walking around in the 0oC weather, I suspect. Fncking weather!
twenty-seven years and one million words
I've got a cold. Too much walking around in the 0oC weather, I suspect. Fncking weather!
Writing is a lonely job, unless you're a drinker, in which case you always have a friend within reach.
—Emilio Estevez