My mind is a gaping maw - something about staring into the abyss, and the abyss staring back into you.
There are threefour computer cards on my desk - two AGP, onetwo PCI. Tomorrow I may find them a home.
Something inside me is fearing the inevitable retribution.
Sometimes sparrows are just sparrows.
I need to remove the boxes of stuff in my room - some of it I should keep, and some of it I should throw away. More to throw away than keep.
I need a journal I can burn.
What poetry in passion #
What a piece of work is man @
PCMCIA = People Can't Memorize Computer Industry Acronyms
Twitch, twitch, sleep.