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march merriment?

prepare to meet thy adorable doom
well, apparently march decided to give me a bit of respite after a rough first week. perhaps it really is in like a lion and out like a lamb? [although i once had a lamb try to eat my jacket, which was actually made out of wool, so it was vaguely cannibalistic and creepy... i hope march does go out like a creepy cannibal lamb, because i don't think i could handle that.]

ahem. moving on.

as you might be able to guess, my time in the computer hinterland was short-lived. although i did end up having to reinstall ye olde operating software, everything went pretty smoothly and now i'm back and blogging.

many thanks to dom for schlepping my computer down to the apple store. greater love hath no man than he who is willing to strain some muscles to keep his lady from moping. because now i'm not moping. i'm all excited to be sitting here typing nonsense, even though i have cuts on my right index and middle finger where i lost a game with seth yesterday, so typing really hurts at this moment.

so i'm back in the digital saddle and the solar flares didn't scramble my brain any worse than it already is. not a bad day.

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