for this stupid computer, only to find it's no longer supported and won't work.
TYPICAL. I'm not bothered enough about having a conversation to phone anyone, but slightly bored enough to require some kind of interaction. I need MSN dammit.
I just saw a mouse in my kitchen. It almost go stuck in the sink, bouncing around like a mad bouncy ball until it got out and vanished in a tiny crack somewhere.
Saw Victorian English Gentleman's club tonight. Pretty good. Reminded me of the PIxies and the Slits in their mannerisms, with an unfortunate dash of Horrors in their constant "WE'RE SO WEIRD CHECK US OUT!!!" facial gurning and wide open eyes type schtick. But yah. Pretty good nevertheless.
Tomorrow - English vs. Croatia. No Gerrard or Beckham. Let's see what McLaren's really made of...
That will have to do as a conversation (monologue) elestoplast of sorts.