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i spend a majority of my day here . . . in this chair right in front this computer. . . .i rarely ever move, sometimes to eat, use the rest room, sleep, answer the phone. But my life consist of this, wasting away before millions and millions of pixels making up my computer screen, i strum the guitar but don't know what im playing, Music is always on but i dont know what song or band im listening to. No ones online all my friends are out with their other friends. I try to sing , but i really can't. I write but i can't. A girl called me. We talked a while, i enjoyed every minute. I dont know if she can stay the same. She had to go. Sop i sat alone in the quite trying to remember how to conjugate -ere verbs in Italian but i really couldn't remember. So i rested my head on my pillow and thought about her. The only way i can describe my current state, is to have you picture a person in Limbo ( if such a place exists ) Suspended just above the threatening flames of hell and just benath heavens golden roads . . . climb the mountain with leaden legs . I watched mr. 3000 after that it was a good movie. . . And now im back to my day/night job of wasting my life away before this screen. . . buon soir tout le monde ( good night everybody )