At this point I would like to apologise for the brevity of this week's posts. I will extend this apology to include today.
Have you ever been sitting on a chair, enjoying a cool breeze and a cool glass of lemonade, when suddenly a golid gold giraffe falls out the sky and pins you to the damp grass? Such a development causes stress, pain and a general feeling of confusion.
This is what this week has been like for me.
In more exciting developments [for me] it is my birthday tomorrow. It is something to look forward to [for me].
I have just enjoyed a small sliver of cake. Life is looking up.
Stefan tells stories, writes about stories and tells stories about stories.
1 comment:
Happy Birthday, you boob!
What is "golid" gold? Too many stories, too many keystrokes this week!.
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