Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Just made the mistake of reading a few book reviews- all arduously, laughably authoritative. The pose of mature sensibility so beloved of journalists, as with so much else, hard to say whether the ridiculous or the revolting dominates. People of fucking taste & judgment.

So, as you can see, feeling a bit better.

L. made some spaghetti for dinner which she, I gather, didn't care much for, but I thoroughly enjoyed. Garlic, garlic, garlic.

It's a chilly night, have put on my pajamas to face it bravely.

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