That one time I got a tea at Cafe Royal as a form of paying rent for a chair inside except nothing was open save ond crowded by crumpled napkins and empty cups so I left and tried to write from a bench in McGolrick but it was too cold so I just went home and heated up some pie in a coffee mug and am now working from my bed.
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devinbalara said:
Reminds me of this one time when I went to go do some writing in my studio and my studio-mate was playing terrible music and casting resin indoors (whose carcinogen emissions equal to about a year of smoking). Now I’m in my bed also. :)
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