Post Midnight Ponderings

It's quiet here. Very quiet after midnight--quiet as a closed cathedral. I think I will put on some Beck "Modern Guilt" in my venerable CD player and crank up the tunes. Maggie is sitting at my feet licking her paws making muted slurping noises. It's a nervous habit of hers. It must be comforting and soothing.I've been busy picking out a new computer. I'm going over to the dark side and building an AMD based computer this time instead of Intel. I've picked out an awesome eight core processor. It is really fun daydreaming and picking out the basic components. My other computer just completely died a catastrophic death this past weekend--the acrid smell of burning electronics filled the room. It was four years old. The parts I ordered couldn't resuscitate it. There went my birthday money for nothing. It kind of put me into a depression. A computer is my window to the world these days."You could have easily bought a decent car with all you've spent on computer parts these past few years," my father snarkely told me last night.I just shrugged as I smiled and said, "Each to his own. At least I am not spending it all on beer."That certainly quieted my father for the time being.Maggie got out of the fence yesterday. That damnable dog. I was extremely livid with her. This has only happened twice in the six years I have lived here. Charlie and dad rushed over to help me get her back in the fence after I made a desperate and frantic call for assistance. Dad and Charlie were here in jus...
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