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It rains

I can't think of anything to write and Oz is sitting near me, making little maddening sounds, like breathing. The nerve.

So I've moved to the downstairs computer where it's quiet and no one else is breathing in here but me.

I still don't have anything to write about. I dusted today and worked for a couple hours. It rained and my gutters leaked. I called the guy who I called a few weeks ago about the gutters and left a message, asking if he'd forgotten me. I didn't even cook. I made rice and we had leftover curry for dinner.

As you might have guessed, I was all set to stop lazing about, because it's not terribly interesting, and then Oz told me he was taking tomorrow off.

One fun thing I have been doing is playing with my future world for my cyberpunk story. I don't think it'll be set in the near future, because we're living in the near future and all this wild stuff is everyday life now if you're on one side of the digital divide. So it's looking like a more distant future after all, except that the distant future looks a lot like the past in some respects. I'd tell you more, but I don't know it yet.