Friday, August 19, 2005

Gimme fried chicken and a volume of Coleridge!

Oh, how meaningful! The Corpse speaks for the first time from his new tomb. Naturally, I feel like there's nothing much to say, although for anyone who's stuck keeping up with me via this site might argue otherwise. For their sake, and my own, because I feel the need to write but don't want to work on Unheimlich, which I updated a couple days ago with twenty pages of new stuff.

Life with Dave has been pretty much as I expected it: quiet and pleasant. I... shit, I don't feel like doing this right now. I'm going to go buy beer and listen to some more Deep Purple. Pardon the lack of insight into my daily life, but hey, beer and records are the most important parts thereof, right?

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