I've just spent the last 8 hours trying to save my imac. I think is terminal. This wasn't the beginning of my seriously fucked up bad mood today. I woke up this way. I remember I was mumbling something through the hair in my face in bed, got up only to drink some bad coffee, walked the dog that's when I noticed the almost transparent thin skin.
I think I need a vacation.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
at 9:57 PM