Promises, Promises

So guess what I don't have right now? A computer!

I'm borrowing the LP's at the moment, but it's not conducive to the constant exciting updating I so rashly promised. So I'll be sporadic once again until I get my computer back from the it-takes-two-weeks-to-fix-it people. And probably after that as well.

You'd think that being unplugged would give me ample opportunity to frau the house. It seems logical that not sitting in front of the computer for hours on end would free up some time to, say, cook or clean or mend my falling hems.

You'd think, wouldn't you? Well, you know what happens when you assume, don't you? You're an asshole.

Or something.