the more it works, the less i want to kill myself.
Not having a PC sucks.
I feel technologically castrated. I think my harddisk is busted too, so if ever anyone tries to revive it, I wouldn't be able to explain what (non)-wonders they find in there. I'd kill myself if it wasn't for the new Chowking commercial, but yeah, otherwise I'm just ready for that noose-nap.
On the other hand, it might be a sign that I've been depending on my computer too much. I think it's time I focus working on my time machine; Go back in time and impregnate all my wimmin. (Now when I'm older, I'll think about the time xxxxxx got pregnant and I was just 20 then and I was a bit freaked out, then I invent this time machine to undo the wrongs, only to realize I caused them, then TIME PARADOX!)
I'm having the PC checked out later on in the day. I'm expecting a full miracle, and if not, maybe I should eat halo-halo with poison?
(And, on a side note, hanging out in Mikko's backyard made me think about this ... uhh ... teacher ... yeah, and she's not in school anymore because she's finishing up on her doctorate studies. Storage-room-stalking fantasies are remembered. Gau told me she used to be a highschool teacher. Damn. If she were my teacher then and she wore glasses ... and uhh ... carried a spanking ruler, I probably wouldn't have cut class so much. Wa- pishhhhhh!)