Monday, 7 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a Monday and I have the feeling it’s going to be a long one. I’m flying solo today, as Simon has apparently taken ill over the weekend and won’t be joining me for today’s festivities. Exactly what those festivities entail, I’m not too sure. In this zany, nutty, el whacko funhouse, who can tell? Yes, today, I … Continue reading Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.