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!
Better to be judged by 12 than carried by six.
—anon