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Dec. 5th, 2008 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have written five pages, and am much inclined to cry "That is enough!" and, oh, I don't know, go somewhere else and do something different.
But. I don't need to cook, I has bigos; and I can't settle down for the evening, as I am going out later, to meet up with friends and then be sung at in the grand manner, in candlelight, by the Russian Patriarchate Choir. Till midnight, I am hoping. I anticipate growling bass-lines and a shiver down the spine: I am uniquely susceptible to this kind of singing.
So, as I have another three hours before I need to leave, I really might as well open another bottle and carry on a bit longer. Find out just what these guys plan to do to those guys, in the shadows beneath the bridge, because, y'know. Right now? Haven't a clue.
But. I don't need to cook, I has bigos; and I can't settle down for the evening, as I am going out later, to meet up with friends and then be sung at in the grand manner, in candlelight, by the Russian Patriarchate Choir. Till midnight, I am hoping. I anticipate growling bass-lines and a shiver down the spine: I am uniquely susceptible to this kind of singing.
So, as I have another three hours before I need to leave, I really might as well open another bottle and carry on a bit longer. Find out just what these guys plan to do to those guys, in the shadows beneath the bridge, because, y'know. Right now? Haven't a clue.