I wish I did not have to drive 271 miles tomorrow.
Thursday 29 July 2010
Wednesday 28 July 2010
Wednesday 28th July, 6.46pm
I do not understand why people with no taste open hotels; someone should make them go into dental hygiene or metallurgy or any job where aesthetics do not matter.
Tuesday 27 July 2010
Tuesday 27th July, 7.28pm
Today I wrote 1992 words and thought about Shelley; there was faltering sun and a taunting suspicion of heat before the clouds rolled back in.
Monday 26 July 2010
Sunday 25 July 2010
Saturday 24 July 2010
Saturday 24th July, 5.51pm
I suddenly realise that I quite forgot to do yesterday's sentence; I feel obscurely guilty and uncertain how to make good the omission.
Thursday 22 July 2010
Thursday 22nd July, 9.19pm.
Today, I became first appalled, then fascinated, and finally delighted by the extraordinary story of Shirley Sherrod; they really chose the wrong woman when they went after her.
Wednesday 21 July 2010
Wednesday 21st July, 9.37pm
There is a black sky, and relentless, drumbeat rain; it is like being in a short story by Somerset Maugham.
Tuesday 20 July 2010
Monday 19 July 2010
Sunday 18 July 2010
Saturday 17 July 2010
Friday 16 July 2010
Thursday 15 July 2010
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