Potty Mouth

I dropped my computer today. It's probably dead now. I'm not usually moved to the use of emoticons, but here's one for you

Goddamn motherfucking piece of shit.

Oops. Okay. That wasn't an emoticon. That was The Brain pressing repeatedly on the Potty Mouth Button.

Here's the emoticon that I meant to use :(

Actually, I was needing a new computer anyway. Friday the dead computer goes to the Apple Store to have its files recovered (hopefully), and I'll get a new Mac Book (definitely). Luckily I'll be able to use Dave's computer in the meantime. Dave's keyboard is kind of a pain to use, though. It's like someone put a caramel under each key and you--I--have to press really hard on each one while I'm typing. Seriously. Have you ever typed on one of the old, old manual typewriters with the hard-to-press scary keys that make your hands feel all weak? It's like one of those. It's the perfect keyboard for technophobes. It's impossible to write on the damn thing.

So instead of a long entry, please enjoy this drawing of some sweet, sweet lovin' (courtesy of my now-nineteen-year-old, then-four-year-old niece):