Dear ,
It just dawned on me that my brain must be located in my butt. A few
weeks ago I got a new 20 inch Mac computer so that I could pass down my
beloved laptop Mac to my 16 year old son who should've reported me to
Childrens' Services for keeping him computer-less all these years. It
was time. Only after I'd transferred all my data, erased the laptop and
watched it vanish (to websites I can't even imagine, probably) behind
his bedroom door, only then did I realize that I was unable to write
two coherent sentences sitting here in this hard chair at my serious
desk. Up until now I hadn't known that my thoughts flow most
comfortably into my blog posts when I'm seated most (Read more)
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