Wee am posting from my a laptop in my possession at Mommy's where I have come to hide from the world, because it hates me. It's hard to win when the world hates you. The universe is against you then it's hard to get ahead, you know? I'll spare you my whining. Maybe. I think. Probably. Looks like it. For once. S'not like I've actually got any right to complain, I suppose.

So. I'm Wordless, which is disturbing to me, when one has a computer and no word and Tegan and Sara RPS incest bunnies bad wrong bunnies.I've never actually known a computer to not come with Word. I have Wordpad. It makes my teeth ache with its wrongness. And I've got deadlines, yo. Well, ok, I have one deadline and one thing I should've had done ages ago. Hmm... To find a word processor or to read James/Sirius. Choices, choices...

In other news, tvguide.com is a whore. My Carmine is still damn pretty. There's a startling lack of Danny/Mac in the world that makes my heart sad. And I love typing on a laptop. It's just nifty. The buttons press nice all clickclickclicky only quietly, and it makes me not even care that I sound like a dork and can't press the right keys because my fingers are all wrong.