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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Sunday, October 01, 2000

I never feel as seedy in Canberra as I do in Gladstone. The morning after the night before is always worse here. I don't know why. Perhaps the heat, the humidity, is what makes feeling hungover so much more of a trial. It's a thought to bear in mind.

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