Once again I stayed in bed, just for the hell of it. Nothing happened today. It was marvellous.   Mark and I had another madras tonight. Chris ate at Sarah's flat. We had no choice but to eat madras since the curry paste was seeping from its jar. My personal view is that if something wants freedom that badly, then the decent thing to do is to let it out to roam free in the wild. Mark's view is that it should be cooked and allowed to roam free in his intestinal tract. This, too, is wildness of a sort.   Today's advent calendar image: angel.
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