Hardly eventful, I am just lying in my pistachio linen, Cafe del Mar on continuous indistinctive repeat since last night. I am running out of everything. OH wait, I did not have anything to begin with, so it is hard to run out of it. Well, not even pictures. I have deleted a bunch of files to clear some space for new music. I might start to understand compulsive cleaners. I am squirming for something.
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