…I should write something about today’s work. Fixing bugs. Sending away stuff to people I don’t know. But on the other hand I decided against that. Because I actually have done the same thing today as I have done the last fourteen and a half year. Building on a vision from the 70-th. To do that you either have to be a crazy as a real nutcase or… well you have to be crazy. Period. So whom would be interested in the day of a crazy man? Exactly. No-one. So I don’t write any words about my day. I spare your precious and wonderful mind from hearing about it’s utterly dullness.
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