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kanashii toki~!

(sad moments)
  • Just as the best evar Lego Pirate Ship is returned to availability, it is lost to sold-outedness.
  • When other sites find cool stuff from the country where I live (and I didn't know about it). (via boingboing and Tribe.net)
  • When blogger goes south just as I hit the Post&Publish button.
  • Getting Mycoplasmic Pneumonia before the 2nd crunch project in a row is done, and infecting half my office.
  • Clicking a link, only to find that my dialup connection isn't.
  • Mozilla crashes. These are so few and far between that I feel really... betrayed when it happens.

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