I wrote this a few months ago, it was supposed to be XXVI. I should make a blog post that describes me, but probably not. I read books so rarely, and when I do I only manage through a few pages before I move on, but I put hours out of my week to watch old episodes of Friends, or films with George Clooney in them. I drink coffee now and then, well yeah now, and I spend — what's the term in About a Boy, units? — I spend at least a unit, probably more, looking through Tumblr, searching French proverbs on Google, and generally doing nothing for myself, productively.
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my fingers and the moon may be interlinked at some level, and it's more efficient to be able to tell them apart, but it's all romanticism.