Drizzle like fine confetti that disappears as soon as it touches your skin. Can raindrops be dreamed of? Cold. 12°C says the Richmond Nylex clock.
Sick. Coffee nonetheless.
A new computer. Monstrous HP P4 with half a gig of RAM. Not much to look at, but very much grunt. It's what is inside that counts. Time spent outfitting, tweaking preferences, reinstalling programs, trying to work out what else has been missed and forgotten.
It's like moving into a new home.
Posted by sniffles at November 30, 2001 11:57 AM