The death of a thousand paper cuts. At least that's often what it's like, his lyrics. Tim Minchin's. Well -- this one wasn't as mean as somethings he's written, but it's still TRUE. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7QRead more... )
I have hung a Lady Explorer beside my desk so she can read over my shoulder about her exploits. And my house smells very nice. And I know what I'm reading next after I finish a Catch-novel, which I am on chapter .. eleven? .. of. And thus things are better than they would otherwise be.
And tomorrow I shall be chained to an oven and forced to bake, and the above will comfort me in my travail.
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And tomorrow I shall be chained to an oven and forced to bake, and the above will comfort me in my travail.
That is all.
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Did you enjoy her interview with the Lord of Karma? It was not exquisite like your Agneta Poem, but I thought it might make you smile.
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