of my PC looks like it's in an intensive care ward. There are cables all over the place.
It's a long time since I recorded anything, but I've had to provide audios for a journal that has accepted some poems. Had to download some recording software since the only program I had disappeared when I got rid of my second last PC. Had to find a mike since the only one around didn't seem to work anymore. So, full steam ahead—Ground Control to Major Tom—with a borrowed headset-mike combination that L. lent me.
Everything's gone well. Good to hear my voice again. But not so good is the little voice remaining at the back of my head which says "Take your protein pills and put your helmet on."
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