Hola

How you doin'?

I'm bored. And boring. Got up today and was greeted by my sick mother. She stayed home from work. But she was well enough to sit in front of the computer. And cough. A lot. I bet I'll be sick soon too.

Went shopping. Nothing interesting happened. I purchased honey for my sick mother. I'm sucha god son.

honeyspider...

Yeah, you're right. I still like it when people give out the url to my site. I'm just desperately trying to prolong my 15 minutes of fame. Can you spare 10 seconds, gov'n?

I've also discovered that I can't start conversations. I'm too inhibited. I'm online. I see someone else online. But I just can't initiate a conversation. My brain just convinces me (yes, we're two separate entities, really) that nobody wants to talk to me. I wish they sold self esteem on bottles. Anyway, just thought I'd mention this in case people think I ignore them or something.

Of course some of you I just hate.

Haha.

No really.

No, I don't need shoes. I get by fine with my sandals. Stop bothering me.

I finished reading the dsl newsgroup last night. I'm glad I did. I didn't find answers at first but I did find questions. And you know a wise man is the man who knows that he knows nothing. Or something. It's better to not know the answers then to not know that there are questions. Or so I'm told. So I posted my questions to the newsgroup and got some helpful answers. Best of which was: yes you can pay the d00d to do it all for you, install it, set it up, check if it works. This means that I hopefully won't have to do any of that dangerous tech stuff myself. I wish. And so I'm ready to order. And hopefully I'll do it tomorrow. Even if I have to pick up the phone and initiate a conversation. Dammit.

And then I'm only up to 3 months away from dsl. Assuming I can get it. And assuming Denmark doesn't explode. It's been known to happen. Stranger things happen at sea.

Damn, tonight I have time to write and yet I can't come up with anything. Isn't that ironic? Like a black fly in your chardonnay 'n stuff.

Ah, I guess we'll all learn to live with it...

G'night, stumbleines

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