At the age of 37.5 years, I finally understand why it’s called “sour” milk.
It’s strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult. — Richard Brautigan
Lorida crossed the Morid and drug herself wearily onto the opposite shore. Near the center of the river the current had picked up and pushed her further downstream. She didn’t mind. The riverbank where she stopped was pebbly and clear of reeds. Visibility was good. No cover for predators. She sprawled on the hot stones [...]
By the time I staggered home, I’d killed off several pints and a bottle of Delirium Nocturnum. I stopped drinking an hour or so before I left the Saucer. We’d spent our usual evening counting safety pins on skirts and…well, other things. I launched an internet browser out of habit to check email. Doug had [...]
Wasting time
The value of forum-based arguments.
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