Metaphorically anyhow. My laptop when to the computer hospital this morning. I think the guys in MIS got tired of me griping about the cursor with a mind of its own. Or maybe they just thought they owed me for the double-nut brownies. Regardless, the CD driver is still not installed, and it's anybody's guess if the problem of my self-closing windows has been fixed. I have a new touchpad driver installed, and a new mouse to play with, so we'll see what happens now.

I've allowed myself to get sucked into political debate on the message board I call home. Actually, I'm not debating politics so much as one person's ability to twist historical facts to suit his own aims. Said person has got a wonderful fixation technique where he discovers a fact and uses it to his own ends, ignoring all the other facts of context that change the meaning of what he's saying. In this case it's a situation equivalent to saying that the British theatre killed Abraham Lincoln because Booth was a well-known actor from a famous family of Shakespeareans originating from England. Regardless, I'm taking a deep swallow and putting this guy on my metaphorical "ignore" list. I love a good discussion, but I'm tired of being told how evil my country is.

On other unrelated topics, Kitten from Hell has discovered the garbage disposal. A fact that scares me not a little. I had pushed an egg shell into it last night, which apparently failed to grind it. I found said egg shell underneath my desk this morning. I have visions of her getting her head stuck in it once she gets a little bigger. I'm going to have to keep the plug in the drain here on out, I guess. It's becoming impossible to predict where she's going to find trouble to get into. I managed to get a few good shot of the little trouble-maker yesterday; I'll try to load them to my diary tonight.

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Magnetic Poetry Creation of the Afternoon

betweeen nightfall and morning
a vine of snow cold dream
grows through the frosted window
fermenting a thick tasting sleep
it blooms cloud colored flowers
that produce hard seeds of winter
that never come to life when kissed by
the soft spring rain of morning sun