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Current mood:punishéd
I. Must. Eat.
It's 4:30 pm and I haven't eaten because I came home at 9:30 this morning and started "looking at" "maybe" "updating our myspace page."
I can see how these code folks get so into it. It's a lot like mixing. Tedious as hell, yet incredibly addictive and somehow rewarding.
And still, I'm not eating. Why not? Because I like living right here. In this chair.
Soon, I'll be here even more. Mixing songs about meat and memory loss and perhaps writing papers about deceased men named Romulus.
xoo,
nosila
8:25 PM
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