School is back in session, and I'm back doing the lunchtime writing thing. Since I'm again writing in English, so I thought I might as well send out some sort of signal to the unlimited depths of cyberspace, while warming up my mind and fingers to overcome the usual pitfalls of this barbaric language.The fog is back on time, and walking outside to my writing perch feels like kissing Lady Death, in all her cold but sensual wetness.
Listening to: http://bit.ly/1zg43w
