Weary.
It was a long, weary afternoon. I feel terrible.
posted by Polysemous at 3:23 PM
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
About Me
- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
Previous Posts
- Working on it.
- And the black tiara.
- From ass to arse, at last.
- Trouble out of luck.
- And another.
- And...
- A piece of paper.
- Missing post.
- Just Jo & Leila
- Putting Bugsplat on the map.
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