My notebook is crashing today. Not that it’s not always in a precarious condition, being one of my computers and thus subject to the same whatever-field that makes me stop watches and small electronic items, but 9.8 meters/second^2 feels like it’s going a little quicker than usual just now. To salve my shattered nerves, I have repaired to eBlots and henceforth prefer to be known by my username there.

Love —

Hairy Linen.