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19.19 Death! Pain! Horror! Suffering! Misery! Experientially, a horrible day. We began well with the "F" piece. Then Larks' IV died on us. An idea I'd been working on simply didn't. So we moved on to "Light ConstruKction" and developed that successfully, but like pulling teeth. Ade is a little under the weather now. It gets dark sooner, it was grey & raining. The kind of day that makes you wonder whether going home isn't, after all, the best option. But Pat & Bill we be back for The Late Shift, & I'm listening to a CD of running DAT 4, & Bill's editing of ProjeKct X is brewing up a storm. So, not really a terrible day. It just seems to be. My Sister called at 19.00, anticipating mine to hers by 5 minutes. I reminded her that "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" is on in an hour. It's one of her favourites so she's setting her VCR. This evening she's going to a muckety-muck dinner with her financial adviser. I suggested she ask him to explain the collapse of LTCM (Long-Term Capital Management) during a quiet moment. 20.11 Bill & Pat have returned. I've been through my e-mail (16 today) and the Guestbook & still pretty beat.
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