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2004.04.28 @ 01:22 AM
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22:17 < mdxi> TESTIMONIAL: AFTER I RELOCATED TO SATURN MY P%NI& WAS 9000% HEAVIER. BUT I AM THE DEAD.

Pen is nearly dead. :P. This means I need to hit downtown for spares (checking bag first...-) (coughs up a spare of questionable quality) So. That's good.
Radiometric is back in testing : need to put grids back on the source tomorrow. My back is still sore- if not worse. Backpack aggrivates. Weather is cold and damp; Roy is up front chatting w/ some girl w/ multicolored hair.

Worried about focus. Current >_< on Gravicon has me split, which is wasting clock cycles on deliberation. Irritating. Sensation that a vertebrae is about to pop out of my spine : more so.

Spammed Warren Ellis and got pr0n art production proposition within four hours of each other. Should ponder the karmic signifigance of this at some point.

Mouth tastes like coffee. Asprin, bar, home.