I am on my way again with my brain short-circuiting br and the Arabic vocabulary I acquired so painfully br locked up in a mental safe that does not want to open br for me, I tried to rectify this by running through br the files in my memory banks early on in the morning br but it is useless, all I did was to confuse myself br even worse than before, while the Pesticide document br is a dreadful threat for my sanity, a word like br Hexachlorobenzene seems obscene in length and meaning br I’d rather go out and play with Terry Pratchett br jog down the road with Mustrum Ridcully, Archchancellor br at Unseen University, clutching his wizarding hat to his head br calling up to other wizards to come down and join br in the fun, talking about the unhygienic habits of br the undead lurching along as well as the nasty effect br of atoms floating around and attaching themselves br to other people’s bodies – yuck, said the Archchancellor br we’d better put a stop to the miracle of existence br and I agree, no more miracle of existence for me br I want to join the dead!br br Margaret Alicebr br