16h30: Pausa (o relatório para a IGT que espere)

Saudades do tempo do mIRC, em que era Anita Lane ("dd tc?", "q signo és?"). Noites passadas na Ribeira: sangria no Muro e no Arco, Atira-te ao Rio no Buraco da Viela, Orgasmo Cerebral nos Arcos da Ribeira, traçadinhos no Tá-se bem, vinho marado no Copos Suaves (Bar dos Mercadores), idas de barco até à Ponte da Arrábida às tantas da manhã (pior eram as vindas), fins de noite no Pipas, o autocarro das sete menos dez, o banco do costume, a porta nove... E ouvir Anita Lane, The World's a Girl em repeat.

You said the world's a girl
And I'm taking her apart
And when I cried you said
Beggar girl laugh
When my protests went wild
You brushed me aside
Like the finger of a child
When I closed my eyes
You took me from the pedestal
Down to the abyss
My soul was but consumed
I thought you were inspired
But you were just possessed

Now I have moved on
Your face is nearly gone
But your words hold me still
Silence to my will

Onde andará o cd?