where do I begin...
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Halifax, 2004.04.25
Where do I begin. In the past two weeks, I've been busy imploding.
My girlfriend and I have been having a bit of a bad time. They seem to be past us, now, and we're still strong.
In fact, we're planning to end this long-distance-horseshit once and for all. Either she will be down here in two months time, or I'll be in Toronto once again. It's that simple.