Perforated Wednesday
Marchipelago 29.01, 41 A.B.

I've been having computer problems.  Strange rumblings around
my tower and speakers.  Vibrations the length of my manly 6' desk.

"A power supply cooling fan going bad," They say.
"Oh?" says I.
"We'll have it fixed tomorrow," They assure me from their faraway
"We'll see," I decide to play hardball.

We'll see.

In the meantime, a series of micro entries.  Small, bite-size bits
of feelings and thoughts I might actually succeed in spewing into
cyberspace before my tower blows....

If I fail and you see my ass go sailing by your window, please tell
it that I loved it....

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