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[tadorna]

We all went for a nice Easter Sunday walk this morning. The esturay wind was whippy and fine, and the sun shone. I am very unfit.

This evening I have been feeling: a bit discouraged about writing and life. Not looking forward to stupid family thing tomorrow, at all. Thumb hurty! I shut it in a door!!

I just ate leftover Chinese food. It's midnight. That's not right.

I received some wonderful nonsense-word spam today. Some of it sounds like the titles of novels that haven't been written yet. If you're looking for a good title, feel free to nick one of these:

• Illuminating the Rebellious


• Gifted But Fundamentalist


• With Feathery Degeneration


• Inconsistently Indiscreet Garland


• This Consecration of Hearts


• Parliament Rowdiness


• Disobedient as Dairy Baseball


• A Sanitary Napkin as an Incarnation


• Family Doctor and Bluebell: a Satire


• Afterwards a Jet Setter


• Immobile or Smoker


• Centennial on Froth


• Womankind Hijacking Bile

That is all: goodnight!