Monday, February 21, 2005

Wings of Steel

I was feeling wobbly with the silent, murderous scream of quitting smoking, so I bought sushi on my way home and went straight to bed. Tucked away safely, nobody and nothing can get to me there, the only thing stronger than my wings of steal are my bedroom walls.

I got up after 10pm just to stretch my legs. Read, raid the fridge.


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