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Monday 20 November 2006
the electricians

there's three of them here now, and it's like a drill and hammer orchestra. i don't mind the noise, i mean - how else would you get through brick and wall? with a toothpick? (naw, you go with a cottonbud tip for this job!)

they're speaking in a different language, one that i don't understand, but i wonder whether if there's something they don't want me to know. i don't mind if you speak in whatever language you're comfortable with. i speak jibberish and gobedygook all the time. (Regan hates it).