![]() What sort of diary should I like mine to be? ... I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. - Virginia Woolf, diary, 20 April 1919 |
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Current Mood:
The Deep Old Desk:
2007
2006
2005
2004
The Bedside Table Mass:
number9dream - David Mitchell
Empires of the Word - Nicholas Ostler The Ottoman Centuries - Lord Kinross Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell - Susanna Clarke A Winter in Arabia - Freya Stark And whatever came out of The Bookbag I'm a Literature Abuser Feed my addiction: *Amazon Wish List* ![]() Further Flingings:
Meanwhile:
After The Wave
As Above Brain Flotsam Deep Thoughts... if you must MissMeliss Néablog Samuel Pepy's Diary A Wallaby Abroad What was it I was doing again? Why should I listen to you? Mornington Crescent:
MU*s:
Niftiness:
Sluggy Freelance
Web of Lies Magnetic Poetry Orisinal Recipes Rough Guides Arthritis Research LUPUS UK News&Views:
Radio Praha Prague Post MF Dnes Rzeczpospolita Süddeutsche Zeitung Turkish Daily News newsturkey.com The Guardian GuardianWeekly Older Deeper Desks
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Thursday, January 27, 2005
Whee! Friday, January 21, 2005 I am in Kyoto and it's actually light! There is sun! There is brightness! Also there is a bit of snow but only up on the hills. There are puffed-up herons and poseur cormorants in the river and huge hawks floating round on the air currents over the main road. There is MMM tempura and I have not learnt the word for no yet so I just say 'yes' to everything which is potentially quite dangerous but so far so good! Sunday, January 16, 2005 I own a digital camera! (Actually, I have owned it for over a week, but I have spent most of my time being ill and generally not happy to really notice.) Monday, January 10, 2005 Insomnia is evil. Omega-3s are great. Chocolate is necessary. Sunday, January 02, 2005 I am definitely having 2005 failure. Saturday, January 01, 2005 New Year, New Hangover. Mostly caused by drinking about half a bottle of Becherovka after midnight, whilst dancing badly to bad music. There was one of those head massagers involved at some point, also misspelt texting and Kat in a field in Scotland, which is one of the few things I remember. Apart from being very, very ill, which I remember in quite too much detail, although not how I came to wash my socks.
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