commuter contusions.
I still don't own a computer. the "shiny new Mac" is in my art room. It is there only becuase we have a shortage of teachers and a surplus of machines. I don't even know what sort of Mac it is (it is white and aerodynamic)... it still thinks it belongs to a teacher who got fired in Feb-- I could IM all of her friends if I wanted. My art room is a surreal place... bigger than my house, with a TV, sinks, a computer newer than this one (although, this is a spiff machine, H) but no chairs. So I have to squat in front of it.
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