When the magazine goes to press, a happiness descends, light and sparkling after all the vulgar exhausting hard work. One needs to listen to music that doesn't demand anything from you. Like really, Norah Jones types.
And then a huge chocolate cake arrives from some arts council.
Delight, well deserved.
Also, since I am free for a day, I feel like vomiting all thoughts on blog.
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