I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
Food, Writing, History
I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.
Work, Morning
Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.
Work
Had that poor Reilly kook really been proud of Levy Pants? He had always said that he was. That was one good sign of his insanity.
Humor, Humour
The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.
Fear
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