A Thousand Miles << home >> Evil
faced with the evidence that my computer was following me, and loudly grinding in it’s palpable pain; i decided to put it out of it’s misery, disassemble it and stick it in the closet with the other things that Don’t Work, and now that i have a library card and an unending supply of spot-on book recommendations (thanks ‘mouse) and the wonderfully calming affect of incremental suicide via smoking cigarettes- well, i’m OK.