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[gothwalk]

It's late, it's so late it's early. It's a quarter past four in the morning, and I'm not tired. It used to be that I could get up when I couldn't sleep, and write something, something that would be worth reading in the morning, but the muse ain't in tonight. I could write somethingt else, but I know that it wouldn't be any good. Maybe I should set in, do that webpage redesign I was talking about. Black on white, Victorian graphics.
On the other hand, my shell account machine seems to have some trouble.

I'll go pay attention to that.