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!
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.
—Bertrand Russell