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something I would never hear or feel
On 2004-01-28 at 10:14 p.m.... The first thing you need to be told is that it's been snowing copiously all day, and that four inches of drifting is currently turning the medium-sized city outside my front door into something reminiscent of Deep Impact, although minus the child actors and impending doom from above. Mostly. The second thing is that I am going to see Lamb in a couple of weeks, and am very excited. Any excuse to go to Brixton, really. Beyond that, it's really not much more than a fascinating vista of: work; law applications; work; parties; sex; work; tea; sleep; pining; Beth Gibbons; work; pub; more sleep; self-flagellation; 'The God of Small Things'; understated panic; no money; sleep. How, O how, did it ever come to this?
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