I am a sexy Pepys.

Now that is a good book review. The book is utterly sold out, but there’s a copy in the Zine section upstairs at Central Library.

I had another wisdom tooth out today, so I’m not feeling as symmetrical as usual. Good thing I was wearing a red shirt.

(Edit: I just had to explain to my flatmate who Pepys was and why his name isn’t spelt “peeps”, which is fair enough.)
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