Sorry for the radio silence, but I've been laid flat by a relapse of some stomach bug I caught in Indonesia, brought on (probably) by stress and not eating my oatmeal. Here's a photo of the view from my balcony. Fate seems to be taking free swings at me with a baseball bat just for claiming it -- starting with the stony look on the face of the property manager two weeks ago, who signed that frivolous lease, and ending with this wretched disease. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU WANT A NICE APARTMENT IN BERLIN? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? But Fate can do what it likes. After this Year of Bullshit -- Annus Spucatum Taurus? -- I don't have any fear left.
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
10:04 AM
