Hey All Four of My Fans,

You're probably wondering what happened to my scathing wit and wisdom. Where'd it go? Why is Linda not showering her sense all over us, you ask? Well, it is because of a word that I have come to know quite personally: renovations. (The horror! Ack! *Sounds of howling, and all those other scary and obvious things that go on in a horror movie*.) 

Why should renovations stop my posts? Well, because. 

You know the feeling you get when you're driving someone else's car? Especially if that car is a super-sweet, your-absolute-favourite car? In the perfect colour, with not a scratch on it's surface? No rust? (Get the picture? I'll move on.) 

You don't want to see any harm come to it. You drive two kilometers (or miles...) under the speed limit, just in case. And you breath a huge sigh of relief when it's off your hands, and your conscience. Even though it was fun to drive, you felt a surface-level of panic the entire time. 

I'm feeling a fraction of that right now. BECAUSE, my computer is not hooked up to the internet. (A twenty year old who is not connected to the internet? THAT is a horror-story in itself. I should write a horror-autobiography. With some hyperbole, of course. Everyone loves hyperbole.) 

Since my computer is "offline", I am forced to check my email/surf the 'net on other people's comps. Namely, Dad's and Daniel's. They are the only ones connected. (Although, Pat hooked his up today. I'm coming for you, Patrick. Watch your back....so I can go on your computer while you strain your neck.) 

All this to say, my computer is my thinking place. When I write a blog, it's on my own computer because I know where all of my references are, where that specific quote I saved is hiding...I can't do that on Daniel's computer. All I can do is tell you that my regular posts will return as soon as my computer is back...until then, it'll be mostly Songs of The Week. Which, in retrospect, are probably equally entertaining. At least, they sound better.