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Facing the Falcon's Bottom

There is reason to believe that all is not well in the State of Denmark - or even Nottingham. For that matter, if you go anywhere you're bound to find a bit of a problem with something. Like the soft drinks vending machine that eats your money, gives twelve S'Grotnigs in change and provides you with a lukewarm can of bat's pizzle. Or the wheels that fall of your transportation device when you exceed the optimal limit of that said device - usually a couple of miles an hour after it starts being entertaining watching other transportation devices and pedestrians swerving or diving out of the way.

I come to this place every day almost. There are times when I don't - either when getting out of bed proves too painful or when the television starts broadcasting more athletic activity than entertaining light comedies and drivel-based soap operas. Weekends I think they're called... two days that seem to be composed of highly compressed nano-minutes meaning that, come the first working day, the two days appear to have passed in something less than two hours and you have no clear recollection of what actually happened between when you went home and when you came back again - except that it probably didn't involve getting enough sleep.

I'm waffling now, aren't I? Ah well... better get back to whatever it is that I'm supposed to be doing... If I hang around here too long I might accidentally remember why it was I started composing this Journal Entry!

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Latest reply: Jun 21, 2000

Circumstances Unknown

The fact of the matter is that days are beginning to blur into one and I'm getting concerned that this might just be some fever-induced personal hallucination of the worst possible kind.

Not that it's all bad - the people here appear to be very nice and they're usually quite good to me. They give me money for turning up every day and I can use that money to get provisions from large, glass-fronted, humming machines - probably far too technical for me to understand.

I have my own chair, my own desk and most of the time the stuff I leave there is still there the next day. I've been keeping notes in a paper-storage barrel under the desk - but that appears to be archived regularly I guess, as it's always empty when I come back each morning.

Things are good.

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Latest reply: May 5, 1999


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