Any News is Good News
The house burned down last night. Not the whole house, but the den part of the cave where the computer sets.
When new, it had a sharp gray-and-black color, but now it’s all sooty and half-melted into some bizarre Dali sculpture. The tower leans to the left like that Italian job they keep shoring up. The keyboard is a wreck. Half the keys melded together, and won’t work. I tried typing a sentence using strange globs of grouped letters, and the frightening part was, some of it made perfect sense. Even Spell-check approved.
I wonder if the warranty is still in effect.
Oh, well. At least the firemen got a good laugh, seeing me sitting here half-naked, hair singed off and pounding away amid the flames. Funny guys, them firemen. Just wait till next year at this time, I told them.