Spontaneous orgasms ahead

Aaaaaah, finally...like the watched pot that never arrives on the FedEx truck, I thought my computer would never get here. If you recall, I ordered the sumbitch in late August, had to re-order in September, was told at first it would arrive in mid-October, and was then informed it would not be here until late November.

There were nails gnawed, floors paced, hands wrung, bricks shit.

But today, yes, lovely lovely day that today is, my Mac Mini did finally glide to me in the arms of a swarthy delivery driver. I assembled all the pieces, and then did some more gnawing, pacing, wringing, and shitting while I waited for the fuckin' thing to warm up, as it had been on a cold truck all day, and I figgered it would be perhaps a bad idea to start it up in its frigid state.

But finally, the Mini was warm, as was my heart, and I've spent all day installing software, important software, like MS Office and...and...and...the Sims.

Be still, my thumping heart, and let the creaming of the jeans commence.


Can you hear the angels sing?

Of course, not everyone is as pleased as I am. Jess, for one, cautioned me that I would have to leave my room sometime, at least to use the toilet. (Uhhhhh...oops! Good thing I didn't pay too much for that chair...) And the kittens are, frankly, pissed off. They will now have to learn a new operating system.

Now, if you'll excuse me, there are movies to be made, songs to be recorded, and chairs to be soiled.