about the previous post. See, I love the new Mac. The mister has converted me to all kinds of fancy stuff like Macs and Firefox (but not gmail yet). The only thing I didn't like about it was that the fonts were messed up in a game room I like. It wasn't that big of a deal since I've mostly been too busy lately to care, but my mister cares, so he fixed it for me last night. By the time he was done it was late and I was too tired to test run it.
So why am I not excited anymore? Well, it's 6:35 AM and I can't make the Mac in the office turn on. So I can't play games. Or even load pictures for blog posts. The mister won't be up for a while so I'm stuck using his laptop which is not configured for my games. Bah. I might have to actually be productive instead. In the morning. On a Sunday, no less. I reiterate: Bah.
PS: I just realized that I can't remember how to right click on his machine. I'm suddenly feeling sympathetic toward The Right Reverend. Maybe I should just crack a beer.
PSS: It's me, on the laptop, even though it says "Posted by Ink".
So why am I not excited anymore? Well, it's 6:35 AM and I can't make the Mac in the office turn on. So I can't play games. Or even load pictures for blog posts. The mister won't be up for a while so I'm stuck using his laptop which is not configured for my games. Bah. I might have to actually be productive instead. In the morning. On a Sunday, no less. I reiterate: Bah.
PS: I just realized that I can't remember how to right click on his machine. I'm suddenly feeling sympathetic toward The Right Reverend. Maybe I should just crack a beer.
PSS: It's me, on the laptop, even though it says "Posted by Ink".
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