These days I'm a weak and weary girl. My body has had enough of something, but I don't know what this something might be. I try to please it with food and bed rest and Daddy's Girls but that doesn't seem to fix what's amiss.
Soon it's Berlin time, Glenn is doing the Berghain Kantine again late Saturday night and I go as girl friend and dance along. A loveliness that doesn't lend room for feebleness.
Tonight is chanterelle risotto, tiny chocolate puddings with hot berry sauce, red wine and Törley - of course - in the name of Karol. It's her birthday and we aim to feed her into satisfaction. Sweet.
PS. Mighty.
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