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controlla la pagina dei links: saga del 404 e post vecchi di due anni. pulizia.
| pubblica abbozzo di memorie oblique: http://tinyurl.com/69bny6 |
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| senza sosta in loop un vecchio jingle su sole, natura, brazil e caffè in testa |
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| installa twhirl, snackr, raven e tumblweed. disinstallerà tutto al più tardi domani. |
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| inizia a parlare in terza persona e smette di scrivere in inglese |
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| guess i'll have coffee & a talk with the shrieking swallows out there |
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| maybe 7 am is too early |
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| three long months off the web. quite the horrendous experience. |
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| tape recording bird chirping outside the window. staring at untended branching growth of invites. not acting, how tao. |
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| the day kicking in in a morse code fashion, me not reacting at all. |
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| brain-lethal mixtures of black coffee & gunpowder & strong sunlight won't bring me back from the dead apparently |
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| back to work was eeeeek. twelve hours later i'm still floating in a mild shock puddle. |
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| using sick leave and fever vapours to revamp almost abandoned websites. logoplasm.org has a shiny new look, so to speak. 't was about time. |
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| webroutines are boring. that's a given, somehow underestimated. boring. |
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| sick since days, wild fever and cranky bones. damn flu still co-opting me through another gray morning. |
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| the tired status line: "home, knotting my brain" unchanged in months. |
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| reading old article about the possibility that a satellite could open an extradimensional door. trying to fit it into the morning scenario. |
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| omg there's a ghost on gtalk |
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| somehow recalling soulseek's solar lodge bright days. |
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| actually i'd love to have a slowchat window to return to. almost thinking of setting up something. and then i'd need people. |
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