PLUTO WILL ALWAYS BE A PLANET TO ME.

I wandered out to find a flat head screwdriver, and when I came back, my DVD tray was open.

Apparently my computer can read minds.

Hydrate or Die

I have remembered how to use my computer. I have remembered all my passwords. Photos have been downloaded, but I'll need to go about resizing them all to something swallowable before I can put them online. There are something in the realm of 1300 photos, so this might take a while.

My computer decided to partially break itself (because not being turned on for a month is such hard work), and my DVD drive will not respond. The tray won't open from the physical button, or from software commands. Bloody Evil Pixies hath found the Decepticon. I have no idea how to fix this, other than to get a freaking crow bar and tear up some plastic. It puts a dent in my photo plan, as I was going to burn the pictures to disk and so free up some hard drive space.

My desk is, as always, a huge mess. Not all the creative shuffling in the world can save it.

The dogs picked up their habits immediately, and as soon as I sat down here, both demanded to be up on my bed, and went to sleep.

This all feels very strange. I know you all want stories, but I'm too lost to give them to you.

Hello, my freaky darlings.



I am home.

<3