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December 19th

Why is the internet so slow today? Why? Is there a blockage in the digital pipe? I need new pipes. A bigger pipe.

I remember life before the internet when we used to lie and listen to music and just talk. A time before the television was always on but no-one was watching it because, y'know, phones.

I can't really remember much of what I used to do. Only the things I still do now. I still read. I still watch films (though I don't concentrate on them nearly as much), I still play video games. I still listen to and make music. I am the same as I ever was only worse.

Decay.

Entropy.

Slowly Growing Down.

Nothing of note happened. Played Spiderman as I lost all mu progress and will never get that 40 hours back. Listened to a four hour podcast while I did so. Walked the dog. Went to work and ate my body weight (and a bit in cake). Came home. Played Spiderman and listened to a podcast. Watched 'Four Christmases' which is joyously short. I haven't watched many Christmas films this year.

Came to bed. Wrote this. Might read my book and then go for a sleep. I will need to take a tablet tonight as NOBODY can keep quiet and I wake up so easily.

A massive fuck you to whomever ate all the cheese straws.

'We saved you some breadsticks'

Like I say.

Fuck you.

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