Sunday, January 10, 2010

It is a truth universally acknowledged...

... that I am fated to die a maid. It is a cold evening and the view outside the window is all dark and I look forward to a cold bed with no possibility of an intercourse.

After few hours
Erik dropped me home in his big car. He took my Julia Child. I will now write a little and then settle down with my The Complete Cartoons of The New Yorker. And yes, I'm alone but I'm not feeling lonely.

1 comment:

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