Professing * Reflecting

Friday, June 16, 2006

Everything's clear to me . . .

Why the night of no sleeping or crazy dreaming? Why has Clare declared "Fuck it!" and dashed off to the pub? Why can I get absolutely no work done?

As the Manolo and the Onion have reminded me, it's friggin' Bloomsday, people! Now go outside and find a pint.



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