I got my targus in the mail yesterday... Now, if I could just get my computer back into my posession... and some "high-speed" service. Then I'd be in business! (My computer is in upheaval: reformatting, adding [much needed] RAM, etc.)
My brain keeps coming up with tasks that require a 'puter. I've succumb to the fact that I'm a slave to the technology that surrounds me. I dream about it, I plan around it, and most of all I rely on it.
Now, if Sean would just show up before Nela gets here (to watch American Dreams) and/or I have to head back out to Les Miz. So, then I can at least get basic stuff set back up... and I can show you what my daddy got me!
