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Something i forgot to mention: My computer [Parts] said to me, pretty succinctly and finally, that there is to be no more messing about, with them, while in a case that isn't mine, which isn't some sinister colour, and i might just want to think about getting a New One, while i'm at it. How'd it do all of this, you ask, when i'm not a console jockey, Angella Mitchell, or a horse of the Loa, and i can't exactly "Hear" what Tech is saying to me, in my waking hours? Well, the bits said it clearly enough for anyone to understand. They said it with Smoke.

Me and my roommate decided to give it another try, the other day, and that he was going to Make my computer work, Damnit. So he plugs everything in, and turns it on, and i'm sitting back in a chair, and i tell him to turn it off. He asked me, of course, why. I pointed to the back of the box, where the A drive is emitting a steady stream of Smoke. He, naturally, says "Oh Shit!" And he turns it off. There's a horrible smell, and the bottom of the A drive is charred; the tines, where the power cord from the power supply meets the A Drive, are blackened, on the sides, and there's that fucking Awful smell. So, i say "God says 'NO!'"

For further proof of this theorem the roommate buys a new power source, for his computer. As he's telling me about this, on the phone, he decides that it would be a good idea to put his Old power source into My Shellian machine. As i'm trying to Say "God says 'No,'" his phone Dies. Cuts out. He calls back, and i say "AS I was Saying, God says No." So, i'm fairly certain that too much work with these A drives, and this motherboard are going to cause horrible carcinogenic explosions. From my EYES. So we're moving on.

My dreams, last night. I don't remember as much of them as i should, but i do know that they are connections and continuations of the dreams, from the previous nights.

We're in a house, in California. The same one from when i was visiting Dirge, and Vasquez, awhile back. My dad is there, and it's some kind of government building, and a party. He keeps showing this slip of paper, with Japanese characters on it. It's the name of his new job, and it inspires fear, in everyone to whom he shows it.

There's something about me, my dad, my step mother, and one of my sisters escaping from a secret government installation. Only the sister in my dream, is a baby, and not one that i've ever seen before. We stop at a gas station, out int he middle of no where, because of the cheap gas, and the great snacks. We know this place. As we park, my dad says that something has happened to Adam. my step mother asks him, "Have you told Brie, yet?" He says no, but that he's going to have to, sooner, or later. The feeling reminds me of Aunt Laverne's house. We're stopped, and my dad is asking us all what we want, from the store, as i'm paying for the gas, with coins, from inside the car. There is a little slot, and you can pay, in your car, but when you pay for food, or stuff, inside, the amount of money for your gas starts going down. These punks pull up next to us, in a truck. They're harassing us, and they know something secret about us, and what we're supposed to be doing. They start getting in the car, and my dad stops them, before going to buy snacks, and he shows them, and me, the slip of paper. He says "You see this?" They nod. "You know what it says?" They shake their heads, and i nod. "It says 'Ohio Confirmation"(or something to that effect, but more sinister)"Systems. You understand?" They get really scared, and they nod, and they sit in the car, and wait for him to get back. One of them starts smoking, and my step mom s talking to my sister/the baby about how she should stand outside of the car, because it's dangerous, in there. I wake up


I've been watching Taken, and i was talking about my dad's job, last night, and Jhonen V., plus a lot of the other shite, in there. So my subconscious is riding on borrowed material, for a while... Nothing terribly important going on, metaphysically, i guess. Ah premonitions.

I'm going to head out. I'll talk to you cats and kittens, later.
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