Twisty Twistier
And so I was stuck in the office waiting for the police to come to take a report, wondering idly if Apple was going call me within the next hour to confirm that I can pick up the rented PowerBook from the computer store down the street (while the Mac Clinic whisks my lemon laptop to Apple's own techies), when he turned up with lunch ... and a camera.
Another.
My colleague said later, "Wish I had a camera for the look on your face."
You who are the light that I see by, the voice that I could only echo in my songs; you, who give me colour, rhyme and soul — je t'aime tellement.
My colleague said, "Duct tape it to your body."
Instead, we locked it in the server room so no one could get to it until I take it home.
Posted by sniffles at July 24, 2003 03:00 PM