Nano-woe-mo
NanoWrimo starts in a week, and I'm not ready this year. Oh, I've got plenty of material to write about, and emotional angst built up, and I've even lowered my caffiene tolerance on purpose so I'll respond to it better. However, I don't have a computer to write on.
My Apple is completely fucked. It runs so hot now, I have to type fast just to keep my fingers from fusing with the keyboard, because wouldn't it just suck to have "asdf" and "jkl;" emblazoned on the tips of my fingers for the rest of my life?
I'm sure some cyberslut would think it's hot, and invite me back to her place for a hardcore porting session. Maybe we'd merge our iPods' hard drives, or whatever other crazy shit tech-fetishists do... genital electrode zapping, I don't know.
I'm down to begging, borrowing, or... Gods forbid... buying. I really don't want to have to buy a new machine right now, what with being robbed in the last month, having no actual steady form of income, and now having a new pet to throw duckets for.
Also, cousin Nick is coming into town this Friday. Nick always has a tendency to undermine my abilities as a writer, what with his J.K. Rowling sized fanbase and millions upon millions of dollars in money he made from writing books.
I'm still going to do it this year, but I just really hope that something amazing happens and some circuit city fairy randomly picks my house to unload an extra laptop she couldn't exchange for someone's firstborn.
-Sean
My Apple is completely fucked. It runs so hot now, I have to type fast just to keep my fingers from fusing with the keyboard, because wouldn't it just suck to have "asdf" and "jkl;" emblazoned on the tips of my fingers for the rest of my life?
I'm sure some cyberslut would think it's hot, and invite me back to her place for a hardcore porting session. Maybe we'd merge our iPods' hard drives, or whatever other crazy shit tech-fetishists do... genital electrode zapping, I don't know.
I'm down to begging, borrowing, or... Gods forbid... buying. I really don't want to have to buy a new machine right now, what with being robbed in the last month, having no actual steady form of income, and now having a new pet to throw duckets for.
Also, cousin Nick is coming into town this Friday. Nick always has a tendency to undermine my abilities as a writer, what with his J.K. Rowling sized fanbase and millions upon millions of dollars in money he made from writing books.
I'm still going to do it this year, but I just really hope that something amazing happens and some circuit city fairy randomly picks my house to unload an extra laptop she couldn't exchange for someone's firstborn.
-Sean