woe is me. woe.
From now on I will not longer be drinking water. Period. Nothing good comes out of hydration. I’m done with the water. No more liquids at all, actually. I’m done with liquids.
After spending a much longer time than I needed to yesterday, talking with the tech guys at Apple, I began to notice that they all have Canadian accents. I imagined a group of about five blinking, pasty Canucks sitting in a room wearing “bunny hugs” and “tooks” while reaching down periodically to pet their sled dogs. They answer calls from irate United Statesians and continue to be friendly. I know them all by name now. I say, “Hi Otto/Vincent/Olaf/Sven/Doug, how’s my baby doing today? Has her data been recovered? When can I see her?? Will she know me?”
I miss my iBook. So. Much. It’s kind of sad how lost I feel without it. I don’t know what to do with myself these days. I wander around the house, Mollie follows me from room to room. I sit on the red couch and stare. I moan a little. I over-water the garden. I am a shell of my former self.