Tuesday, February 28, 2012

"the water on stone, the water on concrete"

Words Scrubbed: 66,278

New things: Gus passes out, Nick sulks, Rafe makes tea, Stella is giving up men, I finally know what that lovely-smelling vine is

Old things I still like: dawn on the windshields of the infantry trucks, cardinal-red window panes

Fetishes: only my usual thumb-ring

Soundtrack: Underworld, some horrific eighties hits that I had to turn off

Sustenance: coffee, popcorn

Reason for stopping: hungry husband

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