<< Red Cross Computer Hash >> Two sick machines in one household, if you could call it a house... My computer is in the doc's, hopefully getting the correct surgeries, and the cosmetic surgery should be in effect as well. The other computer, ala my roommate's, is having a hard time with the virus embedded in the modem. It has been reformatted and renamed about as high a number a three year old can count to. Thus, I'm in a computer lab, this new stimuli of environment, and cannot think of what to say. It is quite surprising how different your mind works in new places. I promise to all, that there will be a fresh piece once my computer has completely healed. This will include a work I have been contemplating for the beloved, Anais Flox. It's entitled, Spackle, and brings the reader into my appartment, schedule, thoughts, and activities for one day. Thought for yesterday: People are so "me" centered that once they question reality, and come to a theory that provokes impossibilities, (such as the person being the only individual in the world, and thus everyone else is a figment of the his imagination), he never stops to think that perhaps he is a figment himself.
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