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The project I work on seems to be dissolving.
I have wisdom tooth ache.
It takes my mind of the throbbing muscular pain of kyokushinkai.
I don't want to be here. There is no need for me to be here.
Convenience is not need.
And the coffee is terrible.

Sheep in Space

( I'm so pleased about this I *must* be evil )

Bat Cave

There is actual hysteria. And it is rooted in a hellish gargoyle of a piece of work I will be administrating.

Unless I can get out of here faster than the proverbial Bat.

Over-hearing what you're going to be doing is not always much of an insentive to do it.

ION I crave toasted pine nuts. I rarely crave nuts. Maybe it is because of quisalan's sausages?