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It's an bewildering sensation when an event leaves you wondering whether to feel liberated or rejected.
It's the weekend! I saw a burlesque show last night, sat right up the front, saw much flesh, had one of my favourite pairs of stockings burnt by the arcs of sparks coming from the final act, which involved powertools and metal groin plates. Today I'm going to be lazy, watch anime, read one of Iris Murdoch's novels and catch up on very overdue emails and letters, but tomorrow I'm going to the Camberwell Market with a cute girl.
And right now I'm feasting on the loot I carried away from Preston Market this morning. Should I have macadamia brittle, cake or chocolate next? Or strawberries? Or I could make baked ricotta? Or I could heat up some of the soup I made the other day. Food makes the world go around.
It's the weekend! I saw a burlesque show last night, sat right up the front, saw much flesh, had one of my favourite pairs of stockings burnt by the arcs of sparks coming from the final act, which involved powertools and metal groin plates. Today I'm going to be lazy, watch anime, read one of Iris Murdoch's novels and catch up on very overdue emails and letters, but tomorrow I'm going to the Camberwell Market with a cute girl.
And right now I'm feasting on the loot I carried away from Preston Market this morning. Should I have macadamia brittle, cake or chocolate next? Or strawberries? Or I could make baked ricotta? Or I could heat up some of the soup I made the other day. Food makes the world go around.