written by owen on 2009-Feb-26.

I'm not sure when it happened. I had it all planned down to the tea and cookies. I've been of the mind that with enough time and money one can do anything. Maybe it happened during one of the nights when I was asleep. It has become more and more apparent that I chose the wrong year to be sensitive, positive and upbeat. What the F** was I thinking? Like a deer is the headlights of your SUV running on empty.

Being without a computer, good games or a camera is an odd feeling for me. I feel somehow sligthly retarded - creatively. Like a tourist at a 5 star hotel in Afganistan. Ideas are festering in my brain. Whenever I'm down I call on you my friend. I need to get away. No star to pray on or wish on.

I've never really thought about what I'd do if I didn't work with computers or save maidens from burning houses. Thank you for that. I am always the one to find the safe corner from which to throw a grenade and laugh. New broom sweats clean, but old broom knows the corners. I would probably farm or raise chickens then eat them after I've cared for them for so long. :( I could become a inventor - thats the programmer in me talking. Rip rock and gravel when I time travel. Though, I've always wanted things to be invented - like toothbrushes that never grow old.

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