New Mobius Band clicks and it's ephemeral goodness dissolving just the kind of concurrent badness which does nothing but thank all the dammits. I'll be needing these mp3's the next couple of days, when I launch another disappearance from the carpets at work.

Knowing as I walk off through the parking lot that I can stay away from the building a full forty-eight, I try to remember Isabel Allende's wringing out of hours when she first started writing.

"Only thing keeping you here is you, boo."

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