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!
Old age is the most unexpected of things that can happen to man.
—Leon Trotsky