I’ve been drinking so much coffee (and choco-espressos) that I feel my mind is doing a synapse-version of tourette’s.
I’m sitting with the bosses now, configuring their private computers. Never say a little, innocent-looking, blond guy with blue eyes has no chance of gettin’ anywhere in this world, ’cause from up here I hear alot of shit going down that you’d never believe. It’s lonely at the top, though. Hence the coffee.
They’re switching the entire building to laptops these days, and ze bosses thinks more is better and small is more, so they went with the Fujitsu-Siemens Lifebook P7010. It’s a cute, little thing, and every woman walking in here stops by to cuddle with either them or me or both. I was just compared to a freaggin’ teletubbie. Can you believe that?! Must be the coffee.
I’d never buy one of those. Your hands are on top of each other when writing. It’s got a killer resolution, though. The little screen is so sharp, you feel a little blurred yourself.
So it’s Friday. For two weeks I’ve been going through the entire Sopranos series, since my brother bought them on DVD in China. I’m in the middle of the 4th season. Great stuff. There can be no doubt, however, that watching too much television in a short time-span fucks *makes love to* your brain. Suddenly I’m seeing mafioso everywhere, and my Americanized English has all of a sudden been coloured by Italian phrases and angry lookin’ gestures.
I thought I was out. But they puuuuulled me back in.
Don’t know what to do with the weekend. If the rain keeps up I’ll probably watch more of the Sopranos, but if the sun comes I’ll probably watch more of the Sopranos and feel bad about it – getting real drunk to make up for it. Speaking of which, I haven’t updated on my little escapade to Estonia yet, but I wrote one while there. Coming soon to a laughingstock near you. That is, I’ll be the laughingstock. See you around.