Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Muddled lines

The alarm stopped, the owner of my local greasy spoon played the Saz for me over lunch, I bought a lot of secondhand books, and a whole slew of nice little not-rushing-around-like-a-maniac type things happened. I'm still suffering from what's-next-on-the-list syndrome and muddled typing though.

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