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I need to find something new to read.  This public domain stuff I’m digging up has too much mystery business in it.  Maybe I’ll start reading blogs?  Except they all suck.  Every dumbass with a computer thinks there’s something new to say.  But there’s nothing new anywhere, just recombination of old ideas.  01010011011010010111100000100000011101110110000101101110011101000111001100100000011101000110111100100000011011110110011101101100011001010010000001111001011011110111010100100000011000100110000101100010011110010010110000100000010010010010011101101101001000000100001001101111011110010110110001100001011011100010000001110111011010010111010001101000001000000110100101101101011100000110000101110100011010010110010101101110011000110110010100101110
Maybe I should just start a blog myself.  Mix it up a little.  Can’t be hard, right?  How much time could it possibly take?  Oh Christ I hope he doesn’t make me stay late.  I’ll miss seeing Shannon tonight before Susy Nagle gets to him first.  None of the guys can keep their eyes off her.  Or their hands.  I need a new look.  Not like that poster of Lady Gaga I have to stare at all day with the mustard hair and dauby cheeks.  She’s not nice looking is she?  Under all the makeup and hair and everything.  Pretty ordinary looking without the performance art wardrobe. Human directionals, former sign twirlers (some more attractive than others) having recently become a distraction to drivers now walk past the fruit stand instead of twirl in stationary position to avoid litigation.  I suppose everybody is.  Need better clothes.  And luck and talent.  And money.  And no pants.  Doesn’t she ever put on pants?  Hm.  I don’t think he’ll be back in.  Maybe I can get out of here early.  I have to wait until at least 5:00 in case he calls in.  I think I might have double booked him for 4:00, so there’ll be fallout from that.  Whoops.  Oh well.