Hello!

How long does it take for a laptop to burn someone’s legs?

What is that buzzy sensation upon my lap?  No, it’s definitely electronic.  Is it tights on the loose?  No.  It’s a suspicion that I may be frying something rather important, the consequences of which will only be revealed when I am old and grey in a room of her own, and nodding by Yeat’s fire.

Oh look, I was hoping to create something fabulous in my first post, because I have the second one all worked out.  No S.P. S. (Second Post Syndrome) for this little Vegemite.  As I sit here with a lovely green woollen Nepalese shawl swathed about my lower being, and perched on a faux-silk embroidered cushion which tilts toward the floor and drags my arse with it…. at 1.38 in the morning, Southern Hemispherical time, it’s all too Romantic with a capital R for words.

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