Finally, with the help of 42 metres of CAT5, a bit of crimping and alot of patience, the wonderful world of the inter-web is brought back to me. marvellous.
So here I am again, with a couple of months worth of journals backing up in my head, what is on my mind? Work. Work and fucking computers. Computers that have just crashed twice meaning I will have loaded this frigging thing three times, loosing me 2 hours.
In my absence that is what my life experience has aded up to. At least, however, I do still have a job. Something that didn't seem quite so likely three weeks ago.
Still waiting for THAT mixing desk. Fucking Yamaha.
Spirits are high and the world is rosey. It's good to be back.
So here I am again, with a couple of months worth of journals backing up in my head, what is on my mind? Work. Work and fucking computers. Computers that have just crashed twice meaning I will have loaded this frigging thing three times, loosing me 2 hours.
In my absence that is what my life experience has aded up to. At least, however, I do still have a job. Something that didn't seem quite so likely three weeks ago.
Still waiting for THAT mixing desk. Fucking Yamaha.
Spirits are high and the world is rosey. It's good to be back.
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Do not knock the Yamaha, they own my ass. Makers of superior cheap guitars, fantastic motorbikes and other musical stuff.
*bows at crude altar before immolating self in disgust at the corporate loyalty of above post*