The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any. Russell Baker (1925 - )
Friday, April 06, 2012
DAY 20: ONE OF OUR POTTED PLANTS HAS DIED
I blamed the cats, but deep inside I think I am partly to blame.
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