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I've been having a lot of computer trouble lately, of the sort that makes me nervous, random error messages talking about lack of memory, frequent crashing, inability to open programs, etc., etc. When my old IMac started this, it was the beginning of a very quick death - with all my data. Luckily, now I know better, and have backed up, but really, I asked for this. Sir mentioned Lady is getting old (she's 3) and it might be time to start thinking about a new computer for me. "Oh, no, she's doing just fine. I'll just wait till she starts acting up beyond what I can handle." Not three days later... Not that I'd object to a new computer, mind you, but I had hoped to get some more things for the house, instead. I'm still musing about taking her into the shop for the monitor problems, but it's just hard for me to give her up for some unknown period of time, considering she's my lifeline.

I've been feeling somewhat strange today, unnerved, almost afraid. It's rather annoying, really, as much of it is inspired by that damned movie - and I bet you know which one I'm talking about. For some reason, I'm even uncomfortable writing out its name. My thoughts on it are tangled, and touch on many things - politics, history, my own religious upbringing, and sexuality. I've been wanting to write out my thoughts on it all day, but I've been having a hard time working past the vulnerability and nervousness it's inspiring in me. With all that as a warning...
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