my external hard drive is here, thank fuck.
i still have trouble with locating songs in the laptop. searching and re–re searching for songs has become my continuous obsession.
i'm risking impotency by having the laptop on my lap (i confess, my hungover brain could think of no better way of rephrasing that last part) but what damage can it do that classic milds and davidoff lights hasn't already?
("Poodi possibly impotent; Thousands self-immolate" - The Telegraph).
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