...I want my computer back now.
I can't write on Child's. Plus, it feels odd, the screen is the wrong size, the keyboard is out to get me, and there's something off about how the touchpad works. Also, it is not mine, and my external hard drive that contains all my binary possessions acted up and gave me some kind of weird breakdown. There was crying. Okay, there wasn't. The point is, there could have been at some point. Possibly.
In other news--oh God, there is no other news. Except refreshing dell website to see if production is over yet and fighting the urge to call, tell them to pack the pieces and just send it already. I'll assemble the damn thing myself.
I read through about a year of stupid_free, which is, as most know, fandom-wank for real life, except it makes a lot of fandom-wank subjects seem really sane and kind of cool. Seriously. I no longer fear Snapewife. Snapewife is funny. Creepy girls who threaten homeless women and freak out small children? Creepy. Snapewife? Found a path that I have not. More power to you, Snapewife. Find that astral marriage bed.
Also--because I cant' find my AIM password, under yahoo as seperis. If anyone wants to stave off the possibility I'll find zen trying to learn Linux.
Please send me John II. I miss my bookmarks. I also miss AIM. See below cut for YIM info.