ill
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2004.11.10
I've got a cold. Too much walking around in the 0oC weather, I suspect. Fncking weather!
twenty-eight years and a million words
I've got a cold. Too much walking around in the 0oC weather, I suspect. Fncking weather!
A man marries to have a home, but also because he doesn't want to be bothered with sex and all that sort of thing.
—Somerset Maugham