Thursday, 16 September 2004

The Internet Is Here

Finally, I have internet in my apartment. This means I have no excuse for catching up with a massive backlog of emails, and getting up to date with this damn diary. At work, I'm usually too busy tired to write much of substance, but at home, with a cold beer on my left and relaxing music gurgling to my right, the environment is set perfectly for some worthwhile writing.

Unfortunately, it also means I have unlimited pornography at my disposal, 24 hours a day, so you may never hear from me again.

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