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It's Sunday, and once again, I've done nothing all weekend long. What a surprise. Well, I've worked a bit on my book. Which is a good thing. But considering how low my productivity is, I should have started working again. At least I would have money to blow on material goods I don't need.

I'm at the cybercafe, which now has a TV mounted to the wall, doing advertising. There are two girls here talking loudly, which would normally annoy me, but they seem to be having fun. It always amazes me how people can talk extremely loud in a coffeehouse, when people around them are trying to work. And, of course, they are talking about extremely personal things, like the size of the schlongsof the boys they date.

I spent a lot of the weekend looking at gawker.com, which was ... silly. I keep making comments, but it's interesting, because no one really seems to give a shit about what you say. It's like people spewing dialogue at each other. And the conversational threads, it's strange, like they are speaking in a language all their own, like they know each other.

There is one person named koreanish who is very amusing, I think he is a novelist who wrote a book called "Edinburgh." I actually want to read it now, but then there is another one called "Queen of the Night" that is coming out, which seems better. Well, not better, but also interesting, like something I want to read.