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The world is trying to confuse me this morning. Half the streets on my way to work were windless, the other half had a gale blowing the rain straight into my face. A web-developers chat list is discussing books on polyamoury, one of the more community-oriented lists I'm on seems to be trying to eat me alive, and another - usually really busy - list is silent, though alive. The Atlangame turn is out early - unprecedented, in my experience, and there's only one request from the Boss in my work mailbox. I'm expecting a shower of lobsters soon; I'm hoping they'll be cooked.
Limp Bizkit has sneaked onto my playlist - my machine is used as an MP3 fileserver in the office - and I keep being reminded of the Lords of the Rhyme. I doubt Limp Bizkit would be amused, although I suspect that 'Beam and 'Dil would.
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