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I Try And Do 2,500 Words A Day, Every Day Of The Year

In Spite Of Really Intense Competition For The Job, I'm Still My Own Worst Enemy.

New Technology Is Useful, But It's Inefficient And Ugly; It Knows It'll Be Obsolete By Lunchtime Tomorrow, So It Has No Incentive To Be Anything Else

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