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May 13, 2007 05:18

Just after 5 AM and there is already dim light in the sky outside. This is bad...natural light is the enemy of the all-nighter, being exposed to it sets off all sorts of bodily alarms. Such alarms are distinctly toxic to productivity ( Read more... )

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ginger931 May 13 2007, 09:40:17 UTC
Ah.......

sorry I've been poking at you.

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tom_servo May 13 2007, 09:44:14 UTC
Don't be sorry...I always appreciate the poking, if only as a conciquence of the fact that I always appreciate being wanted.

That said...I haven't experienced anny poking recently. I'm in the library...and LJ is the only diversion I allow for myself: no email, no AIM...those sit, waiting for my return, running on the behemoth machine I call my laptop (Cassandra) back in my little concrete box.

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ginger931 May 13 2007, 09:52:18 UTC
OH!!!!

I've been pinging you on AIM....

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ginger931 May 13 2007, 10:02:06 UTC
i still cannot believe you call your computer CASSANDRA too....

*happy sigh*

Okay, me go bed now.

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ginger931 May 13 2007, 09:50:20 UTC
You make me think of good GIBSON novels...

Johnny, Mona Lisa...

Nice.

Me--never could go for it.
I'll fuck with my own rattling synapsis over and over.
But I cannot imagine plugging something in there that was more
than ME.

Funny.

Alcohol and Caffeine........but little else.
I'm a prude.

A chip?
Yow.

Ethics, *laughs*
While you write a Hume paper.

Awesome.

Have I told you lately
I adore you?

I'll be crashing here soon, after this last cigarette
and last thimble of Monopolowa........must wake soon
and BE SHINY for Mother's Day Brunch.

You make me smile,
Mr B.

I hope you get a little rest this morning too............

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ginger931 May 13 2007, 09:57:08 UTC
Just after 5 AM and there is already dim light in the sky outside. This is bad...natural light is the enemy of the all-nighter, being exposed to it sets off all sorts of bodily alarms.

I have a Friend named Toast...
One morning after we had stayed up all night talking (under our own steam
and a bit of vodka) he pointed out how unnerving the song of the birds could be
when the sun was rising.

COKE BIRDS, he called the phenomenon.

*laughs*

I still call it that now.

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