Been Some Time

I hate not having my own computer. Just like last month, the last couple of weeks were far less productive than the first. Again, the Power Management issue. It is now in its travel-case over at my friend's, the resident expert's house. My money is on a failed processor, again.

Mental Note: This is what happened to me on Sept. 11th, 2001. Such a small and unimportant issue, that it makes what did happen all that more unreal to me, because I didn't lose anyone I knew. Real tragedy like that makes me feel even less sympathy towards someone who also didn't lose anybody, but instead wants to revel in others pain as their own. Like that kid who after a complete stranger dies at school cries and stays home from school because they're too uncapable of coping.