Overworked and sleep-deprived. Power surges, corrupt files, irretrievable hours of words.
Consoled somewhat by puddle-jumping with the girl en route a la garderie and the impulse purchase of Paul Auster's The Red Notebook en route a la maison.
Re-emerging, but not a butterfly.
Friday, January 13, 2006
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