Thursday, September 18, 2003
Uncle Chris set up in my lair the old computer they're letting me use (so that I stay the theoretical-hell off theirs). The monitor and the keyboard share floorspace with the CPU because I lack excess surface area. Thusly, I'm straining my poor, abused back to hunch over the keyboard typing. My legs alternately lose blood flow; when I lie down to type (relieving my lower extremeties), the carpet wears down my elbows. I fully intend to complain further in the future, perhaps during those rare interludes when I find nothing suitably pathetic to rail about.at 9:08 PM
