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June 26, 2005

old-style quirks 0bs mode

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[speaking of old school style entries, it might be worth noting that where I used to record hours awake, that practice fell away as it became increasingly redundant. I noted not too long ago my making it a full week without sleep, and I think that was appropriate. There might be available, by looking at at post times and dates and gleaning from comments, enough data to roughly guessimate the probability or quantity of sleep for some days, but not most, as when I get to where it looks like I’ve gone to sleep, I’ve more than likely became too tired and ornery to communicate a thing. foul moods and exhuastion-inspired laziness masquerade as sleep. The fairly regular pattern now, if there could be such a thing in this personal RAdio Kaos, is up for 2-3 days at least, sleep a couple hours (no more), then another couple days I crash and go cold turkey. Or, vice versa. then, refreshed and rested, I stay up 4-5 days. and so on. Tehre.]] out with it boy, we don’t got all weekend1

So, my new twitch, glitch, habitual itch, is to take a puffy pufferoni and then look at, or examine briefly, the hot end of the pipe to see if there are any traces of whisps of trails of smoke escaping. this came from when the pipe gets clogged or at the end of a session when something deep in that mesh finally comes loose (and yuou have nothing else) tons a smoke suddenly pours out and then that’s it, you’ve lost your little mini motherlode, you have. precious cargo up in smoke as they say. but now I sort of do it all the time. useless.

Posted by peligrito at June 26, 2005 2:22 PM

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