4am Birds

Work managed to dodge all forms of reasoning again but this time was hampered with a sense of impending tardiness. A month was given to code a viral campaign working over a page full of badly written lines and a mess of any sort of conviction. The start was over that month and a silence melted into the weeks following the initial rush. Absent for most of the time the doom and boom of coding for no apparent value other than knowledge rose again with the competition soon to be drawn and no contestants known. Fielding comments of value and worth the initial solution was scrapped for a quick and dirty peace. Getting to sleep at that time of the morning felt normalised.

All but for hearing the birds trying to goad the feral cats into slaughtering them.

Soon Van

Thursday, 27 November 2003 - 07:05

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