Hopefully this week I’ll have my little black laptop, my secret special friend and link to the outside world. I miss you, you devil you. I miss your soft blue glow. Your smooth typing, your track pad. I ache for the quiet hours of wasted internet surfing you provided me for a glorious year before your hard drive went poof… Dare I say it? I love you, you addictive, portable pal. Things will be different when you come back, if you come back. I love you…
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 