Sunday, June 30, 2002

Gigantic computer troubles have turned me into an obsessed asshole. Sadly, the object of my obsession is my now dead computer, Barney. The name came from the bargain bin purple plastic case that housed my second home built machine. I will find a way to get back at this moving company if it kills me. I realize that this hatred is wasted energy but the destructive fantasies feel great and that cant be all bad. Mom and Dad are here for the next few days and it’s going great so far. Tomorrow is our 13th anniversary and I think I’ll take advantage of the guest baby sitting. 7:08:58 PM    says you