We ate cold pizza for breakfast.
We ate cold pizza for lunch.
We ate cold pizza for dinner.
It was our third pizza-eating day in a row.
Good pizza, though.
Sunni started playing some strange computer-game right after breakfast, and apparently got stuck. I don't think she moved her eyes away from the screen the rest of the day. That gave me some peace to write on the other computer. I'm not trying to say that Sunni usually disturbs by peace; I'm saying that I'm usually too busy disturbing Sunni to do any work.
One of the things that had been absolutely splendid about this trip--aside from the weather--was the fact that we had computer-access. By means of two laptops in fact.
One of the computers was a bit of a wreck, but I fell in love with it. The mouse--or whatever you call that little green dot in the middle of the key-board--didn't work hardly at all, I had to adjust the screen for five minutes every time I turned it on, and there was a bug in Word that made the system freeze on occasion. That's the computer I was writing on for almost three weeks; and I love it. Barely 485MB disk-space--most of it used. 16MB ram. 256-colour screen. No sound card. No games. No CD-ROM. No Internet. No hope.
The other laptop on the other hand was a miracle: 3.2GB disk, 64MB ram, 32 bit screen-resolution, 16x CD-ROM, ISDN-card--which did nothing since there was no ISDN-line, and friends in the White House. Sunni was using that one--whenever her father wasn't--I only borrowed it briefly to check my web-based email once a day or so. Like I've explained in an earlier chapter; I despise web-based email.
I desperately missed my own computer; I missed my penguin-cursors, I missed the freaky colour-settings, I missed the stupid story I was writing before I left, I missed my ICQ, I missed my ergonomic-keyboard, I missed my Red Dwarf-start-up sound, and Holy Mammoth how I missed my email!
I also missed my video-collection and my little brother; Frodo, but not quite so badly as my computer.
I made friends with Sunni's cat--one of them anyway--Rug; a hairy, grey and white, cucumber-eating tomcat with no tail and his balls revoked. The other cat--Sammy--I wasn't too sure liked me--I know I wasn't too fond of her--she just laid in a corner scowling at me hoping that I would drop my cheese on the floor so she could jump at it.
That was one spoiled kitty.
I packed my bags that night. How comes my stuff always take more space the second time I pack it? A while it looked like I would have to put some of my things in a plastic bag to get room for it all, but after stuffing things horribly tightly together I managed to squeeze everything down. It was sort of depressing--a reminder that summer was about to end and that we were going home again.
I also found out that last night that the refrigerator-demon apparently sneaked into our room every day--when I wasn't there--and ate toast in my bed. How else would you explain the breadcrumbs that kept mysteriously appearing between my sheets?
There is just nothing as annoying as crumbs in the bed.
Introduction