I feel like this huge weight is sitting on my chest, and every time I go to play Snow Patrol on iTunes or open a Word document I suddenly want to work on or catch up on the two weeks of LJ that I'm behind, I stop mid-motion and could almost cry that I can't. Which I realize says more about my gross dependence on my computer than anything else, but we antisocial fannish types deserve nice things, too.
It's like being a teenager and losing my car and phone privileges all over again, except I haven't done anything. And frankly, I've been too old for that kind of punishment for a long time. So it's over.
( Read my kiss-off to Microsoft and all the Windows product purveyors who have hurt me. )
It's like being a teenager and losing my car and phone privileges all over again, except I haven't done anything. And frankly, I've been too old for that kind of punishment for a long time. So it's over.
( Read my kiss-off to Microsoft and all the Windows product purveyors who have hurt me. )