After a string of late nights and many hours spent staring at words until the words themselves lose their meaning ('curse? cu-rse? c-ur-se? That's not a word. Wait. Is it?') I felt rather drained this morning. The sun was bright and shining, and the sudden urge to sit in a coffee shop, drink coffee and… Continue reading Possibly Edible Creations, Deadlines and other such draconic nonsense
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