How 'bout them Rockies? No, never mind, I can't put it off any longer.
My Frankenputer is about to die. It's held on through thick and thin, new plug after new plug, but I fear it's reached the end of its short, hard life. Damn it, this is why I can't have nice things. *hangs head in shame*
I'm probably going to buy another computer tomorrow, by mortgaging my soul perhaps, because while it isn't something I can easily afford it is something that I can't live without. I've got everything backed up, never fear, but if by some freak of chance I am denied computer access for more than a day, the next installation of Love Letters might be late. Which sucks, because we're finally getting to the action!
I could just cry. Aaanyway, I wanted you to be forewarned. This might all be much ado about nothing, but if it isn't, I don't want people to send hitmen after me.