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Hello, Livejournal. It’s been some time passing…Google Fiber is late to my neighborhood, and nobody else wants to actually provide service to my house. A neighbor has surprisingly unlocked their wifi, perhaps only for the weekend. So. Today is World AIDS Day. I haven’t had the best relationship with the idea for a few years. […]
Read More today’s that day. again.Posted yesterday, on FB: today brings us back to world aids day. in the past few years I have had growing difficultly speaking/posting anything about it. honestly? the topic takes up enough of my day to day life, I now struggle to make grand sweeping statements and sound bites about it annually. don’t get me […]
Read More every day is AIDS day to me, so it still counts…The worst of it has passed; the fever has broken. I am mending, although every four hours, the OTC decongestant expires and a kick-boxing ninja’s foot hits me square in the ribs… There is something of which I have been aware for most of the passing week that I am only just now comprehending… I have to […]
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Read More Protected: whateverday randomocityYes, yes, all of your specialists are busy… surely they are busy screwing other customers out of their timely med shipments. Now, please, just shut the fuck up and let me listen to the damned music until someone is available… Bastards. EDIT: Yes, yes, thank you for sitting on the payment and not automatically sending […]
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Read More Protected: same old rehashYesterday, work was incredibly slow. Printing errors but most of our scheduled work into remake status. We had some handwork and a few yearbooks. My three-knife trimmer went kaputt, so I could only bind them, which meant they couldn’t be cased into the hardcover either. This basically means my brain was freed from work to […]
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