crapped on again (yes again)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2018.08.12
While fishing, it happened again. One of these days, I expect some luck to come my way.
twenty-seven years and one million words
While fishing, it happened again. One of these days, I expect some luck to come my way.
If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.
—William Morris