Back again.
I’m beginning to get the hang of this. Before this, just turning on my computer was a chore. It’s what happens when all your banking gets done online and your filter f---s up so your inbox is deluged by penis enlargement e-mails.
I don’t know what I did to deserve such attention but I’ll wager it was all that Nerve.com stuff I looked at after I got divorced. Ah, that post-divorce bimbo limbo period … as with adolescence, I’m just so darn glad it’s gone to memory, never to return. Oh, right, the vet stuff. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll get to it tomorrow.
Image: Darby uses the computer / via Flickr
