Nympho Space Duck

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It's funny how you can walk by a place, and a fragment of a memory jumps out and grabs you before you consciously realize you've been there before.

It's especially funny when the particular memory is something which, at the time, you thought you'd always remember, but which you haven't thought about since it happened.

It's like the memory is a ghost residing in the place itself, rather than in your brain.

The damned server went down again. Someone complained that it was down, so I went and checked it, and it was powered off (along with all its peripherals). Starting it back up showed that it had not shut down cleanly.

I'm guessing a UPS problem, as any other power problem wouldn't have effected all the peripherals attached to the UPS as well, and at the very least the UPS should have brought the machine down cleanly. Either that, or we have a saboteur in the office (this isn't the first time I've thought that, either - a few months ago the scsi cable randomly decided to come loose).

It's cursed, I swear.

Everyone has disappeared from the office. I couldn't figure out why until I looked at my watch and realized it was after 5.

Inbox is down below 30. There's some others I ought to respond to, but I don't feel like it. Maybe tonight.

I think I will go to the store on the way home and find some bread to go under my marmalade.

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It is all about the nympho space duck.