ones and zeroes

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2.09.2006

so here I am again

And what is it that I am doing?

Work is dead. I have nothing today. Today may be the first day in my Google history that they have not had a single task for me. And I can't stand it. I need to be active, I need to do something, I need to fucking explode. Fuck. I don't think I can write fast enough, right now I am typing well over 100 words per minute and saying absolutely nothing but it feels so good and I wish i could just keep doing this forever, and actually crank out something that means anything. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Why don't I leak more, why don't I bleed more, why the fuck don't I do this? I am dying of suffocation.