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It's Time

So, I bought an iPad. I'm now one of those people. Who those people are, I don't know, but I am one of them.
Welcome to the present, or whatever.
The thing is, the laptop I was--so kindly and sweetly--given by my friend Nancy (hi Nancy! I miss you!) doesn't have a word processer and the sound is all messed up--probably my doing, fucking up the speakers or something. Anyway, its ancient as it is, and I need a new intrument by which to operate, so iPad I bought. I can blog, facebook, tweet, watch Hulu and Netflix, AND I can write on it, which is sort of why I actually kind of made the ridiculous purchase. Because I like to write. And I miss it. And I couldn't do it so well for a while because all of the computers ever that I have ever owned are knackered. Just fucking knackered. 
So, now I have an iPad.
I'm looking at the brightside of this purchase, because, as happy as I am about the device, I am unhappy about the money. Always, always unhappy about the money. I bought the cheapest one they had--other than the mini, which I didn't want because I don't like things that are "mini"--and I still am not sure I made the right decision. Man, am I ever fucked up about money.
Anyway, I am getting over it. I am getting over it, because I am happy with my purchase. Really. I am.
So, yeah, that's what's going on in my life. Yay for me.
Been knitting, and studying, and flushing out some story lines. Got some ideas and a lot of desires. That's what I am working off of right now.
Now that I have this--and now that I have more of a necessity for internet access at my house--I will hopefully update more. Sorry for the annoying useless post just now, but I had nothing else to do while my iPad downloads all of my apps. Now I wish my day had been interesting, but alas, it was not.
Tomorrow is another day.

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