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Apr 6, 2005

In the jungles, Tora Bora at the center of the war a lacking midnight flight and all she wants to do is slapdash DANTS...

I still haven't worked out a solution to my blog problems because I unfortunately have bigger fish to fry. I will get back to you as soon as everything else in my life is set in order. HA. I suppose I will also be rich and famous at that point.

And in the meantime I kind of like the minimalist chic I've been stuck with. It's kind of dada, if you ask me. The art of artless chance, or something.

I've got enough pointless shite taking up my time at the mo. No room for the excesses of internetracy or bloggage, I'm afraid.

I do make time for a daily failure to check the facebook, though. I'm just frightfully tired all the time, dahling, and it's so awfully trendy that I just can't bear it, mostly.

Can anyone figure out the tracks on FRANCES THE MUTE? I can't. And what about those lyrics in the tray? Where do they go? I have a little text file that I use as a journal of my investigation and it grows all the time but I fear I'm getting no closer to the truth.

I walked into the offices of a newspaper today and they were just empty. A cheerful receptionist at the front desk and no one at all in the newsroom. I searched and searched and searched and all the time the receptionist was having a cheerful businesslike conversation with a phone but there was nobody else at all. And I looked under some of the desks just to see if someone was waiting to jump out and yell "surprise!" but nobody did.

So I did what anyone reasonable would do. I took over.

I declared myself Editor in Chief and Lord of all Copy plus Supreme Allied Writer of Articles. I only managed to squeak off a few editions (which were critically well-received) before the newspaper folded, but I saved up a little bundle by padding the expense account the whole time and then declaring bankruptcy.

And when I left the building, she was still sitting there talking to her phone. I was sure the batteries had to be dead, but then I saw it was one of the ones that still plugs into the wall. As I left she slipped me the name and number of a man she knew and advised me to return around four (closure). I put the number in my phone but the batteries died. We buried them at sea.

Oh, well. Avalanches above; business continues below. You know how it is.

Has anyone else ever not been able to get in touch with someone and wondered if that person has died? Not freaked out or worried, but just thought, "wow, there are a million possible explanations, but one of them is that this person just unexpectedly died and I never heard about it." It's a very strange feeling. There should be a word for it.

My backpack broke yesterday and I had to buy a messenger bag. I hope it does not give me scoliosis.
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