Archive for November 16th, 2000

Promise me you’ll hate pudding

So, at this moment, the carpetman is laying carpet in my living room and my anteroom. I don’t know if my anteroom really is an anteroom. It’s not much of a room really. It’s kind of the room between worlds. Like in the Magicians nephew. With all those trees and ponds. cept, no trees and ponds. It is the room where pookie, adorable hound, sleeps now. By the way, I moved to the middle of nowhere in Northern California. I [...]

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