Still no word on the computer. I keep speedreading my flist and answering mail during the day and saving links to everything I'll want to download later. Woe. If I don't get it for the weekend I may cry. (Or not, but at least I'll complain a lot.)
A guy on the bus this morning looked exactly like
Frank Iero (massive, glorious picspam of joy by
shrift).
(
Read more... )