Tonight I’m dividing my attentions between the Ex and The Techie (I’d call him the Slave but that’s demeaning and anyway, he hasn’t actually slaved it out for me yet—but thank the Techie, he helped me with my first html experience which was a strain on the old right hemisphere. I guess that’s the one I mean.) Anyway, the Techie won in the end, because the Ex gave me too much of that over-espresso-ed, hyped up but in a very unpleasant kind of way feeling. I don’t need to be thinking about the Ex before I go to Europe. However, I might run into him at the Alma Mater (hereinafter referred to as the AM) and then where would we be? At the AM, with the Ex, am I right?

Praise god for The Techie.

It’s like Christmas, having this laptop. I love it, it’s amazing. I’m listening to led zeplin, procrastinating on the checkbook balancing and having a jolly old time, down here in the freezing cold. I wish I could make this more interesting for everyone else…just wait til I get on the road. I’ll spare you all the play-by-play of the game (provided no fights break out, at which point I’ll tell you all about it) but until I climb off that plane and into The Goalie’s waiting flat, you’re SOL with me.

You know that’s Standard Of Living, right?