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2 October 2008
Yes, I am back. No, I did not kill myself or accidentally get myself killed – yet. I have two partial entries written, but things kept happening so fast around me, I couldn’t get anything finished before something else fell on top of my aluminum-wearing head (that is a joke). [...]
