29 December 2003 16:25	under siege
past perfect | future perfect then | now peek | scrawl compose | notes booklog stuff to ponder	dear tom waits: i think the uterus and the brain are conspiring against us. send help & chocolate pudding. i will keep playing bonzo goes to bitburg over and over, so they don't know we're on to their little hormonal schemes. tricksy, false organs! hurry, tom! love, might