I see I'm being sporadic again, but I also feel like I have a million little words, all stuck right there at the larynx.
If I have one-thousand-and-one programs running simultaneously in my hard-disk, I think nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine of them are causing me to hang - and possibly crash soon too.
But ah, you know me.
If I am this quiet, you'd know I'm doing that much thinking.
Talk soon. Real soon.
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