Bah

I've done it again. I've spent hours hung up at Wickedpedia, while the evening just wastes away. At least the wretched site now has an article, however stubby, about Myron Hunt.

Now I'm going out into a very cold night to look at the moon, and open my windows to let the room get very cold so I can fire up Sluggo and fetch the e-mail that has undoubtedly piled up in my Juno in-box over the last couple of months.

I sometimes think I'd be better off without a computer.