But anyway, the point is that I am writing this blog post from our living room. Oh yes, the wireless modem has landed! Here we are, all together in the living room, watching House on our big HD television, and I could not feel any more like a legitimate blogger. Unless I were blogging while doing a graphic design on my basically useless Adobe Illustrator program. My father just sat down with his own laptop. I'm thinking this family is turning into some sort of technology-geared family, each with multiple iProducts.
I think, just as a side note, that the NaBlo spirit has not yet left my body. I still have a lot to say. And I'll have a lot to say tomorrow, though I won't be obligated to post it all at two minutes to midnight.
Tomorrow, I'm going to talk to Andy and his ex-girlfriend together about all the stupid shit we're going through. It's been a sort of pancreatic cancer mess. One thing happens, and then there's a calm in the stormy sea. Then another thing happens, and the sea swells back up. One tornado after another. Tomorrow we talk about it all. I can't say I'm not afraid. And believe me, I don't know how I'm going to do it.
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