So anyway, after a day of staring at computer screens, how do I come home and stare at my own computer screen?
Possibly because I really like my own computer screen...
Hell, my computer even has a name, I am such a dork.
I need to workout; with the onset of Autumn, I have let myself slip and as I sit here, being a vegetable and dreaming of Tahiti and women in bikinis, I feel like a blob.
And so, into the night I go, with Jazz to soothe my soul...
