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All these years without Facebook, so happy, and now what have I done?

Bags are packed yet again. Well, technically, I'm only bringing one bag, hoping I can manage to carry it on the whole way there and back again. This time for the wedding of Stuart and Nicole. It will be good to see everyone again, and good to get some reading done on the plane and train, especially as I've done absolutely no reading at all done today. The culprit? Check out the title to this present entry. You know it. The killer of reasonable time. The black hole of internet blog addiction.

What exactly are the rules of etiquette relating to weblog usage? What's all this "prove to me I am your friend" business? These exclusive circles, all the many things we create out of our well-founded fears...

What I will be doing tomorrow: taking a train to London.
What I will be reading tomorrow: Thomas Pynchon's V.
What I will be listening to tomorrow: Sufjan's Illinois. Berry (maybe). Leonard Cohen. Lovelovelove.

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  1. Wonder Jens30 October, 2006 21:51

    Leonard Cohen. Lovelovelove.
    Leonard Cohen. Lovelovelove.
    Leonard Cohen. Lovelovelove.
    Leonard Cohen. Lovelovelove.

    I can't get enough.

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