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Got to miss this. Computer syndrome! Whatever! It's part of me now. Log out. Menu. Turn off.
My music, my work, my "Apostas.", my pictures and my farm.

All the friends I can't phone, I can't reach, I can't see and yet I need them so much as If they were here. They help me, they actually care. Their lifes end up for me when I pack them, their countries, their problems, their bands and practises, their stories, into the black and tiny laptop bag.

I place them upside down in the tiny corner between my sofa and the wall. My friends! The ones that are there and cheer up even more than the others. The day my laptop dies will be legendary. The day I get mad and need phyco help. And I'm not even exagerating.