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Now that I have finally found the time to post something, I can't think of anything to post. Its just another one of those times when fate conspires against. For example: when I finally find the time to eat, I'm not hungry, and when I finally find the time to sleep, I'm not tired. Even the laws of physics and reality seem to change just to bother me. Sometimes when I'm in large building I somehow get from one floor to another without using any stairs or elevators. Sometime my things aren't where I distinctly remember putting them. And another thing people all kind of conspire against me just like the other things. For example I tell people about a great idea I came up with, and within a few weeks some big company is using the same idea I had. And another thing. Those big companies and everyone else think their so great with their big fancy websites, and their html code and what not. All I have is writing. Hey, I just had an idea! I'll keep posting until I have about a hundred and fifty pages and send them all to a publishing company to make a book out of it. Now it will be stolen in 5...4...3...2...1... Stolen by some big company!

And now I have to find something else to do before the irony of making a post that started being about not being able to make a post makes my head explode