I thought buying clothes was hard, but doing the same thing for my apartment is twice as much. More so, I have yet to settle on how I want to really decorate this place. And yes, I did just say that. I’m concerned about having everything mismatch or clash. When it comes down to it, I have always been a person of my own style. Now, I won’t say if it’s a great style, but it’s a style. This time around, I’m trying to put some real thought into it, minus paying attention to silly rules. This is my place. I live here, you don’t. Perhaps when I get a couch, you can come over and tell me how much you dislike what I’ve done.
I have a lot going on this week at the station, but that’s really nothing new. Lost a hard drive on a machine, but that’s not nearly as important to you or me as it is to the person who lost all the data on that thing. It’s never good to have that happen. It’s always amusing to listen to parts of a computer make grinding noises. I thought the poor guy was going to cry when I gave him the news. However, I finally got to use the line I have been waiting for ever since I started…
“It’s dead, Jim.”