13.6.07

June '07 (diary 5)

Ending in its various forms are often romanticised. Perceptions of it are so twisted that often I am just buried in my gush. Sick at heart. To drag myself back to the real world, I tried to count the days in my diary. I called the bookbinder this afternoon. The man said it would take 6 hours for three copies. Putting the phone down I felt weird. Quite weird. But then of course plans for later already have kicked off...

3 comments:

kathy said...

in the bookbinder stage already...

Have a nice trip in Europe!

impermissible wanyü said...

sorry it sounded like i've handed it in... not yet... i just tried to make sure how long it would take to bind, i'm still working on it...

kathy said...

my mistake!
那壺不開提那壺真是