Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Pet peeve of the day
Cold fronts that move as slowly as Sunday drivers. The other night it was 38 degrees Celsius in my bedroom. The past few days I've felt like I'm back in Tokyo, where in the summers one would sometimes have to step around a crumpled blue suit lying in a pool of protoplasm, all that remained of a once industrious Japanese businessman.
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2 comments:
You're so clever.
I am loving the pet peeve of the day. Very selfishly, I'm hoping you don't run out.
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