A man- tired, and frankly in an entirely petulant mood, arrives home from work. Discarding the overdue bills he collected from the letterbox on the way in, he sits at his computer and starts browsing his usual haunts on the internet, in the hopes of finding some sort of distraction from his worries. He has not had a good day; he has realised today that at his next birthday he will turn thirty and he has little to show for it other than a single failed relationship and about twenty-five kilos of excess body weight. His work has failed to distract him from his slightly morbid thoughts, instead choosing to augment them with concerns about his job performance.
Hearing a slight buzzing noise from outside, he sighs, crosses the room and draws the blind. On the other side of the window hovers a glassy-eyed stuffed cat, suspended by four small rotor blades.
(Hearing a slight buzzing noise from outside, he sighs, crosses the room and draws the blind. On the other side of the window hovers a glassy-eyed stuffed cat, suspended by four small rotor blades.
Legionary - My god, Brian, there's a message in my alphabets,
Fri 1 Feb 2013, 17:42,
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life is worth living again :-)
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ferret -> twitter.com/syfyautocorrect <-,
Fri 1 Feb 2013, 17:52,
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