Piggy Smalls
Buying a 17" PowerBook necessitated buying a Brenthaven backpack that was specifically designed to insulate said PowerBook. Yesterday I spent a good 15 minutes looking for my iPod mini (silver) and realized that it was so small, it eluded my rooting around inside the PowerBook backpack three separate times. Technological farce, one of those "oh, for fuck's sake" moments.
It's also kind of odd, looking at this picture, that so much of my waking life can be represented in one camera-phone-snapped picture: my PowerBook, my iPod, a motorcycle (well, Vespa) helmet, all on a table at Cafe Commons.
At least one thing about me is succinct. Terse even.
All that's missing is my exquisite boyfriend sitting across the table from me. Then my waking (and sleeping) life will be complete, or at least full-to-brimming.