Saturday, March 28, 2009
Awoke to throbbing feeling of helplessness in uncaring universe, punctuated by vomit. Regurgitated something that could only charitably be described as Crab Rangoon and bits of a wooden stick I had used in the creation of a popsickle made of wine. Decided to spend rest of day listening to Bridge Over Troubled Water and staring intensely at paintings.
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Dearest Foberts,
ReplyDeletePlease abandon this ridiculous experiment in pedagogy. Perhaps you could combine your love of costumery and self-flagellation into a brilliant career in the Holy Orders?
Love, Womb Mother