Current mood:	mellow
Entry tags:	useless

My computer's name is Erin. Her cousin is named Jessica. They have coffee together on weekends.
Mr. Livejournal, my friend, hello! I write this having spent something close to twelve hours in front of the computer already today, so (as if the above were some excuse!) I am sorry if my feed for you is short tonight. Today, for as much as eight hours, I entered various combinations of numbers into the computer, mixed occasionally with a string of some sort, usually pointing to a nearby file. So, I would say, for example, "Hia, Dr. Computer. You should go here and 20.0 1 1 1.0 7.0 1 20 into here." At one point, the computer became so frustrated and bored that the monitor turned off and then on suddenly, which is the computer equivalent of honking your horn and giving the person in front of you the finger. I did what I would have done as the frustrating driver, I ignored the message entirely and continued about my business. I expect, when I reach its viscinity tomorrow, to find some sort of death threat, possibly in the form of an explosion - computers don't mess around; they're efficient - which is why I plan to wear my protective shirt: the red one with the llama holding a bazooka on the front, the one that I have been wearing for the last four days because I've forgotten to change... yeah, that one. I wonder what I'd do if the computer would keep bothering me. I mean, the Witness Protection Program would be useless because their list is probably stored on my computer's cousin, and family always comes before national security. I guess that I would have to become a hermit in some relatively technology-free area, like a jungle in South America, or one of those obscure mountain villages in Switzerland... Man, that would be awful. In retrospect, I really should have been nicer to my computer and surfed the web instead of doing my work... like everybody else.

P.S. Regaring my mood, I am not actually feeling any more mellow than I usually do, but I would always feel the most mellow that it is humanly possible to feel if I had a pair of those slick sunglasses.

P.P.S. That was a lie, but those sunglasses are still pretty slick.