Friday, July 29, 2005
Red
She sat on the bus, bleeding discreetly.Wouldn't that make a great first line for a novel?
I actually did that today. Literally, not woe-my-soul-is-pierced bleeding, but fair dinkum spurting of life fluid. I was struck by a sudden massive nosebleed somewhere between the City Hoyts and Town Hall. Penned in by my oblivious iPod-toting seat-mate, all I could do was try not to choke and surreptitiously spit into my tissues. All the while, holding my nose as if frozen in pre-sneeze.
I also walked through Sydney alternately giggling and tearing up as I listened to Journey from Venice. Word to the wise: do not listen to potentially touching or humourous audio books in public. You might get arrested.
# posted at 10:47 pm
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