A whole lot of nothing going on.

My laptop seems to be dead. May it rot in pieces. I miss it terribly and hate the sucker something fierce. I'm divided. I hope that it can be resuscitated. Or at least the guts can be pulled out and, Six Million Dollar Man-like, be transplanted into another better, stronger, faster computer. Maybe I need a desktop 'puter and stop messin' with laptops for a while? At least they're (supposedly) cheaper and with me being dirt poor and all ... well, cheap is the direction my life seems to be taking me. That and starving.

Speaking of starving ... I just saw some pictures of me from the past holidays and, Egads!, I look sick. I knew that I was skinny but I look like death. Like end-stage death. Yuck. I never thought I'd be saying this but maybe I need to put on a few pounds? Whatever, right? Thankfully I'm not known for my sexy self. Actually I'm not known for anything. Which is sorta' depressing in a way. And sorta' not, since it's not like this is new news or anything.

Speaking of starving ... I'm hungry.

Until I get a computer up and running, I'm spinning my heels art-wise and getting nothing done and doing it slowly. Which is crap. I have (ever-changing) plans. Oh. Well. Cosmic forces working against me ain't nothing new. Hummm ... apparently I have a persecution complex. That's interesting.

Having no money and no computer and not being able to do much of anything except stress means that I've gotten to read a book someone gave to me. "Wild Cards". Apparently it's a shared-universe type thingie. Pretty good. I'm totally confused but enjoying myself. I also finished watching the first season of the Six Million Dollar Man (hence, the reference above) and have let it playful twist my head around and give me ideas. Always dangerous.

"Iron Man" was cool and Downey gave us our first truly interesting superhero alter ego. Neat. See it.



I'm done. You can go now.