Saturday, December 7, 2024

Two dreams of things off from end-of-summer:

1) I open my fridge, and a tallboy of locally-brewed beer that I keep in the door-rack is open and is going flat, since I forgot to drink it.

2) A big cardboard box of language books from (Germany) arrive, and I realize that I misread the citation again, and ordered something that I already had, rather than what I truly needed, and this has happened now a second time.

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(. . .)

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