A San Franciscan “Pueblo me llamo”

Stepping Razor

So, it’s a Thursday night / Friday morning here in Old Lôzane and me and geeky LC are sitting on our computers. I am writing this, and reading Wikipedia. LC is going over The Onion and insisting that she is not geeky through imaginative, albeit bizarre, methaphors involving small predators and my friends.

Her weak defense of her geek quotient lead -obviously to those who know us- to an interesting debate regarding if raccoons were actually predators or trashivores. I won the argument by stating that if they were trashivores, then they could not have existed before the existance of trash. She then cheered herself up by checking my spelling.

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Récupération

A long day is finished. For reasons unknown, today was terrible. I think I’m not sleeping right, or perhaps not eating right, or I don’t know. Working here at Cuyo’s HQ is hard work, but this fatigue can’t be explained by it. Or maybe I’m just exaggerating. Anyway, once LC comes back, I will feel better. Firstly from having her back again. I miss her a lot. Secondly, her imagination helps me a lot. I spent so much time this coming up with the menu it was incredible. LC is so much better at it than me.

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Boogie Woogie

my weekend came and went just like that. didn’t even notice it. slept most of the time i think. it’s a crying shame, but i still have a few more hours… about 23.

i haven’t been able to contact lc. i tried calling, but whomever answered didn’t understand, so i hung up. then i spent a good amount of time on the phone talking to my voip provider in what seemed like a futile attempt to improve the call quality to egypt, but i don’t think it had much impact. well, perhaps it did, at least the people at the hotel can hear me, but since i haven’t talked to lc, it seems like it hasn’t.

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