21 months long.

i gave up trying.

maybe its God's way of saying:

"stop it. thou won't be allowed to work no more.
go enjoy the food I created for you,
spend some time with the precious child I gave you,
go smell the fresh air,
go savour the lasting taste of old skool photobooth.
Just go, and learn to trust in me."

how. dateline on monday and the programme needs reinstallation.
and the idiot bimbotic me, screams.