Thursday, February 21, 2008

It's all about looks

Had a dream that I was having plastic surgery on my fingers. Because they're so fat, you know.

Have spent the day wading through a sea of references in a bibliography of the damned. Why would anyone use two different systems? And why would any company, especially mine, let an author take in the copyeditor and proofreader's corrections to his own manuscript? Strangely, he's left out anything that he doesn't agree with, but then further on has changed his mind, resulting in chaos.

And the one-kilo block of Dairy Milk is still haunting my desk. I've put it where I can't see it - but I know it's there. And even though it's not dark chocolate, I have given in to it a few times. Just so it feels wanted.

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