golden sun
My second monitor blocks too much the window. I haven't thought about my lj much lately, although occasionally people on tumblr the only reference frame I have is folks I knew mostly through reedlj, what it was like back in 2006 to know someone mostly through online sources, before it just became normal for everyone to constantly have a computer.
I sit in a cold bedroom warmed by a computer and stroke a touchpad, roll a mouse, outside big old snowcoat cottonwoods change color slowly, the sun just peeking over the horizon, enough to see their tops not their bottoms.
Last night Honky-Tonked, a lady liked my habits and dancing, on these more later.
Thanksgiving happened again, it might keep doing that.
I sit in a cold bedroom warmed by a computer and stroke a touchpad, roll a mouse, outside big old snowcoat cottonwoods change color slowly, the sun just peeking over the horizon, enough to see their tops not their bottoms.
Last night Honky-Tonked, a lady liked my habits and dancing, on these more later.
Thanksgiving happened again, it might keep doing that.