One of my neighbors is cooking bacon. There is nowhere in my flat I can go to escape it.
Any minute now, I’m going to break down and go to the shops.
One of my neighbors is cooking bacon. There is nowhere in my flat I can go to escape it.
Any minute now, I’m going to break down and go to the shops.
It’s the eighteenth of March here in Australia, which means I’ve just turned another year older. We’re still fixing things up after
I’m writing this from an apartment packed down for impending cyclone/hurricane due to hit Brisbane some time in the next 24 hours.
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