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2004-10-13..5:11 p.m. My wrist hurts. *Recent development there: EVERYTHING makes me nauseous. Fresh bread baking, smushed one-time frog-now-roadkill, whatever. It�s all the same to my delicate constitution. M is apparently feeling hungover like a dead possum in the lime blossom. He rolled in sometime after half3 this morning having gone to White Heat with (flatmate and best friend) Paddy, leaving me home alone to sup (surprisingly quality) cheap red wine and read Faulkner. I I�d be all sympathetic, but it�s rather a good time playing the mock upset housewife, �Well what do you expect. Coming in all hours stinking of booze.� Still, my mock outrage and shame isn�t entirely unfounded. T�is to be expected when your loved one lurches and stomps into stools and unpacked boxes and turns on the light to rake though piles of unsorted miscellanea to find something he doesn�t remember the next morning. Muffin. A Poem (Composed While At Work on Monday): I like green cheese Score one for the future of poetry. ****meep hello and goodbye - 16.02.07 like lightning in the morning - 19.06.06 knob-end loser - 12.06.06 don't get the wine part I - 10.06.06 a blurb is a blurb is a blurb - 07.06.06
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