Wow. My computer blew up its power supply, so I can't work at Second Life. Suddenly, I have my nights free. I spent last night catatonic and gaping, watching TV. What to do with all this extra time? Am I really a workaholic? Do you want to make love? I guess God has my taking a break of seclusion away from the crowd. Second Life was getting either too faggy or too many young girls. I prefer the company of my wife. Well it seems that l have been forced into a greater isolation, so there is no more "meet and greet" for now. The only way to connect with me is through my wife.
Oh, you're not here. Duh. I think I'll spend my nights playing bass while I watch TV, and work on the next album. I already have the songs and the story written, but I need to clean it up. I need to record it, of course. I need a drum set. Hey, I'm starting to get the hang of writing on this smartphone. I like the word assist feature. I used to use this smartphone as a phone, but I got sick of receiving calls while I was trying to play a game, so I took the SIM card out, and put it in a Nokia brick. So I have a smartphone as a portable computer, and a phone that's just a phone. My modem is also portable and a Wi-Fi transmitter, so I use that to connect to the Internet. I've figured out how to upload files InshaAllah, so I can add some color to these posts. I need a new computer, ya Allah! Something that can handle virtual reality....
Natty, what beautiful shoulders you have. What a dreamy apparition roaming the night you are. And in Paris too. What a fairytale. I just want to reach out and lift your hair.... Oh no, I'm starting to sound like that Carlos guy!
Saturday, September 30, 2017
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