"Whatever" - Irritated, aren't you?

I'll set the bombs here. You, fire in that direction.

Boom. We have blown away a pile of sand using all our firepower.

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It's really late. I'm hungry. Waking up at 8am to go to the gym.

Long day tomorrow. Out for coffee after working out. And then I'll be searching for stuff.

Hmm. Nothing much I could type here. It's late, I'm sleepy, no coffee. Meh.

I shall type my posts earlier next time.

Hah. Hmm. Have to go for a surgery on Thursday, 23rd December 2010. To remove some weird growths under the skin of my neck. Meh.

They're harmless, no worries.

Ah, it's becoming a challenge to keep my eyes open now. Guess I'll go off to sleep.

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Coffee falls into the stomach...

Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop...

The shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.

Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle.

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That's all for now.