They shall all die. Horribly.
Oct. 15th, 2011 11:11 amAm in the Silence Room, and somebody is snoring.
And it's not even the guy at my table. I have to hate two people, independently; and somehow try to finish a novel too, squeezed between these two hatings, this Mesopotamia of mind. How bloody unfair is that?
And it's not even the guy at my table. I have to hate two people, independently; and somehow try to finish a novel too, squeezed between these two hatings, this Mesopotamia of mind. How bloody unfair is that?