my ex is in the show tonight, maybe I'll get to meet his wife.

My computer snapped yesterday, a nasty electrical crack that tells of either a power source or a motherboard. The acrid scent resulting leans me toward thinking it was a power source failure. I suspect that my power bar doesn't have the surge protector I assumed it did and the fridge turned on at an inopportune time. I live in an old building. Currently I'm thefting minutes on my roommate's computer until I can get it fixed. It's a highly unreliable way to stay in contact, but feel free to continue sending letters, I will eventually get them, though I won't be reading my flist at all. Also, all of my phone-numbers are now inaccessible. You have to leave your number when you call, else I have no way of getting ahold of you unless Andrew has your number in his phone.

I plan on sending Ryan out today, in fact, to see what can be done about fixing my quiet machine. I can only twitch on without it for so long without a base madness setting in. Today after work, the distraction is to the THE PARTY NOT STARRING PETER SELLERS, the 10 o'clock showing.