I thought it was the monitor. It sounded just like an electrical zap and I even got a new, Ben Q monitor out of the deal. 17 Sweet Inches! But something is still going “zap” and that makes me think it isn’t the monitor’s fault at all.
Aw geez. Heard a rumour that hockey might go all resurrection on our asses.
Traigame una jofaina! means Bring me a basin!
Tonight we ate roast bison for dinner, courtesy of a Portuguese man my father welds things for. It was the best roast beef I have ever tasted.
On the way, I learned that I do a passable Bob Dylan:
and I can also be Mick:
My hair has applied for its own passport. It said something about taking some time away; a vacation to Australia? Backpacking maybe? It is bored with our life together, all the wetting and drying, combing and ponytailing. I got that 7 year itch growing on my scalp, man.