greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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"Once was I on it, but it's been painted shut."

We went out for breakfast at the Classic Café, and I had a blueberry pancake the side of my head, and now I'm fighting a major carb crash. Go me.

Yesterday, I wrote precisely 1,300 words on "The Cats of River Street (1925)."

Fuck, but I hate getting old. I never thought I'd hate it half this much. But I expected I'd be healthier and not so tangled up in regret.

Last night, we watched the new episode of The Strain. It's a lot of fun for something so utterly ridiculous.

Four One-Sentence Paragraphs,
Aunt Beast
Tags: "the cats of river street (1925)", breakfast, brevity, good tv, regret, the strain

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