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Shoulda. I got the work finished and lunch made, plus an extra load of dishes and several other bits and pieces. All within the time. A nap will still happen, just not as early as hoped. A dame has been leaving vids. I even tried to push some out of the queue only to have them return. Another I simply ignored. They just persist. It isn't just random. Though, could it be ai, or even employees just tinkering?
No, I won't share. Mine, for now. And rather fresh. At least two of them, if in mostly different ways. Not something a dude would send, as the worst sort of trickster or worse still, definitely from the... a women. Every time I think they are unsophisticated troglodytes when it comes to all but just receiving complex romantic intentions... could be ai. It just doesn't have that feel. Although, if human, thus female? Wants to love from a distance and would have to be more... mature. Too mature, probably.
Anyway, after following breadcrumbs through youtube, trying to catch that scent, discern, it's time to sleep for however long. Perhaps with sweeter dreams. Damned woman knows too much, and doesn't mind. Nighters.
Not one of them, just a pop that made me think of her, whoever she is.
Never heard the Aimee Mann song before. For some reason it made me think of standing on a balcony high over the city. It was night, rainy, and I was gazing down at the streets while idly holding a snifter of fine brandy.
ReplyDeleteYou got the setting. It is where the song belongs, and generally to whom it belongs. As you know, I am a thief of such. Not really my gig but it fits her... from her distance. Good aim eye.
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