11 November 2003

Literary Lament.
Crikey! My email fetish is all on company letterhead!? Lucky I spent most of yesterday trashing all that pornographic correspondence I've been writing (and filing, and editing, and printing) over the past two months... I'm not kidding when I say 20 clicks a day, every day... and still my eyesight is remarkably intact (!)

In some contexts such "writing" is considered art. C'mon! Hasn't anybody ever read any Anais Ninn? But none of this matters anymore... my muse left this godforsaken town today... *sigh* living in Adelaide does nothing for my abandonment complex.

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