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10/19/2003: "Kandahar Chronicles #31 - 19/10/2003"

What a crap day, I’m tired and pissed off. A cat sleeping on my desk in front of the printer is just about the only thing that will dare come near me right now. The cats are acting cute in preparation for winter. As soon as spring comes around they’ll go back to being fluffy little bags of attitude. Scheming little minxes. There’s nothing to write about today. I feel like a drone, punching out administrative shite on a keyboard for endless hours. I’m surrounded by communication equipment. HF, VHF, Thuraya satellite phone, Mini-M sat phone, cell phone and even a laptop beside my desktop. There’s no internet or else I’d be planning my flights to the tropics right now. Maybe I’ll tie a rude note to the cats tail and see who gets it. It’s lying on its back with its tongue hanging out. Another five minutes and I’ll check for a pulse. I’m off to Islamabad on Wednesday to do some shopping for the project and clear my head a bit. Until then…print. Yep, it’s alive.

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Jenn said @ 10/19/2003 08:23 PM EST