Tuesday, January 8, 2008

My Mac is Durty and so is my mind

I need to dust and clean my computer. This is madness.

Pearl and I need to settle in to some scrubations.

The oil man is here, filling the tank. Very good, methinks.

I have filthy, filthy dreams far too often. I think I shall scrub my synapses.

I recently read an e-mail that I wrote to someone some years ago. Back when I thought I was stupid and a failure. I used the sentence, "it feels like someone is knitting with my synapses." Ooh I am a clever devil.
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