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from my wife's computer:

MAN, I BROKE MY COMPUTER. Stupid too, as I broke it by making it drink red wine. Computers aren't wine drinkers and I forced red wine on it. Or at least gravity did, in my sleeping hand. Can some please make the Wikipedia page on Waiting For Godot a little more exciting or talk me into going to bed at a decent time?

So yeah, I'm not here anymore, not until such time as I get frustrated enough to break down and buy a new one, or fix this one. But first I guess I better figure out where the fuck all these tiny screws go...

I apologize to Steve and Tym, I did see some mail from you guys, but now it's under Red wine and I can not read it.