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Monday, August 21, 2006
Heavens to Murgatroyd
I can't believe I am doing this. I really can't. Has life got so bad that I have to start one of these infernal things so as maybe to get work? "Oh, if you're a writer you have to have one... increases visibility... networking... future of publishing... your round"... Enjoy this while it lasts, SOBs. Cos with any luck it won't and as soon as I actually get a job it will be hopefully cast into outer cyber-darkness, never to return. In any case, it saves me having to write separate mails to various people who just might need to know what I'm up to but as these seem to be diminishing exponentially, there hardly seems much point. I'm going to regret this one day. I know it. And anyone who feels like bringing it up at some future point - I know where you live.
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