Wednesday 12 December 2007
feeling good/ a days abstinence yester (not voluntary but dictated by my rapidly diminishing funds) left me a little raw and twitchy the night through, but i slept pretty well and thus feel fine this glorious winter morn./ a heavy frost sits atop the leaves and grasses and as the sun drives through them they glitter like so many sparkling jewels/ it's alright/ my shit has yet to bear fruit, but i'm unconcerned as a friend said three days is standard/ well, roll on demain...
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