Saturday, August 18, 2007

And I made a nice dinner

Reading Lovecraft in the kitchen while cooking my dinner I listened to the jazz band playing at the restaurant down the road. It’s the first time I’ve been pleased by its existence.

Benedicte asked me who I was talking to earlier, and since I cannot remember talking to anyone I deduce I must have been talking to myself.

I’ve got purple nail polish. I seem to be unable to write long things.  

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