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I don't miss you, I miss ever having thought it could all be alright. Like living in the Garden of Eden with no fig leaves. Like that, that's what I miss.
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I've been working feverishly on this fucking edit. This is massively facilitated by the fact that my coccyx injury (it's much better, thank you), makes it impossible for me to sit on the sofa, so I'm holed up in the kitchen on a special broken-arse cushion on a hard chair, which is bearable, tapping away, and being variously invaded by a never-ending series of cats. "HELLO," they go. "FUSS MY HEAD." And I go "Not now dear, I'm busy," and then fuss them anyway.
Whatchoo up to, elljay?
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I've been working feverishly on this fucking edit. This is massively facilitated by the fact that my coccyx injury (it's much better, thank you), makes it impossible for me to sit on the sofa, so I'm holed up in the kitchen on a special broken-arse cushion on a hard chair, which is bearable, tapping away, and being variously invaded by a never-ending series of cats. "HELLO," they go. "FUSS MY HEAD." And I go "Not now dear, I'm busy," and then fuss them anyway.
Whatchoo up to, elljay?