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Monday, April 19, 2004
Woke up this morning to the not-so-delightful chimes of my handphone signalling a msg had arrived (an invitation to discuss matters of the utmost importance online when I finally GET MY BUTT OUT OF BED). Before I could even utter a single swear word (a rather interesting dream had been interrupted), as if in blatant defiance, my handphone emitted a series of more insistant squeaks - a call from the Master, sounding broodily sexy, or perhaps just plain broody (?). After arranging a meeting of the moste coverte nature, at a moste secluded place (coro busstop), the call was terminated, whereupon my nose started to leak fresh blood. Apparently even a simple chat with the Master is sufficient to cause a berry aneurysm. I fear the worst is upon me. Eating a sandwich, holding tissue paper to your nose and typing with one hand is no mean feat, I assure you. But finally, oh sweet moment, hemostasis has set in, and a deal is struck with my joyful accomplice. The day promises only to get better. Now I await the moment at which the clock strikes twelve.
11:27 AM
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