Nothing much happened. I woke up. I made coffee. I washed my hair, and in the elevator later in the day I noticed how very grey it's growing. I had my mozzarella sandwich and worked non-stop all day long. I gave up on a crappy book set in NYC in favor of a promising one set in Poland.
I also had a prose poem up at Juked called "Mist," which involves death and vegetables.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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I like this a lot (especially in contrast to what I thought of first; the German Mist for growing vegetables).
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