December 30th, 2003

pencil

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I don't think I'm sick, but I might as well be. I'm moving at about quarter speed.

click-whirr, click-click whirr. That's the hard-drive in my brain thrashing.

What are the options for the modern hermit, I wonder. They probably all require knowing how to drive.
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