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Seriously, I'm a geek. |
Got all that?
Anway, my lovely laptop died several months ago, and ever since I've been dependent upon BelSpouse's largesse in ceding his computer to me and/or borrowing Precocious Daughter's iPod Touch and/or taking advantage of my cell phone's laughably limited browsing capabilities. But I can't practically work on my blog from the latter two platforms, so it's the house computer or nothing.
And recently, BelSpouse has become stingy with his largesse. Computer-wise. You know. For whatever reason, he's decided it's critical that he play Europa Universalis or look at naked women during the time I previously would blog on Saturday or Sunday. In fact, one of his "birthday presents" to me last week was that I was allowed to use the computer on my special day without him standing over me and tapping his foot and asking if I didn't have something better to do than the thing I wish I could spend the rest of my life doing full-time.
I can't really question it. It's his computer, you know, in that I gave it to him as a gift. And there's no money in the Baudelaire budget to replace the departed laptop right now.
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Anyway, it's late, and this isn't much of a post. But here it is. I still exist on the weekend. Thought you might like to know.
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