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I am unsure whether I'm coming or going, and is it Monday? This circus of sleep disorders thing has forced me to change the settings on my computer so that it not only tells me the time, but also what day and date it is. Part of me wants to protest that this is preposterous and so ignominiously feeble I ought not broadcast it if I really must stoop to it, but the rest of me feels it's fitting as heck and who gives a fig about your old time and date and day and place and business hours, et cetera, et cetera, et frickin cetera.
I am tickled to find John B. at Henrik's place and so let's just listen together, be lulled in his spectacularly deep tones, shall we?
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