Oh – and one last note. Upon our departure, we all hugged, and she SMELLED nice!!! Musicians NEVER smell nice! She said we did too, but I fear she may have just been being nice.

Oh – and one OTHER last night – you can’t tell from the website (www.emberswift.com if I’ve not mentioned it) but up close and in person, Lyndell is spectacularly beautiful. It’s just something that should be said.

So, with those thoughts in my head – good smells and good music and beautiful women in memory and in the car, we disappear down the road, wending our way to Washington on the way to Baltimore, with whispers of “happy birthday” to Heather’s Dad. We’re coming home.

Ok, tired of driving – wondering how Ember and Lyndell get along musically. I mean, between Heather and I, we have lots of problems. I mean, I have very sensible musical tastes – between my Led Zepplin and Cypress Hill and Metallica and Indigo Girls and Mountain Goats and Spice Girls and disco, I’ve got all the variety anyone could ever want, not to mention all the good taste. How Heather can be frustrated by that, I can’t imagine… and why she insists on listening to Ludikris, or however his name is spelled, is waaay beyond me. Sigh.

March 26th, 2004.
Expect typos, I've grown far too used to my own computer, and typing on any other machine is pretty alien to me. My pricey, custom-built Alienware 51m has failed me after only 7 months of use. A pretty complete death - by the time I was packing it off to Florida, it wasn't even powering up. I was ready to cry.

Anywho, for those of you out there who are emailing me and suchnot and whatnot, that's why I might be a bit slow about responding. I almost lost everything on my harddrive - luckily for me, my friends Allie and James - they had the POWER!!!

James got obsessed with my problem, and though it took him hours and hours of working and wiring and rewiring and a little bit of hacking - he finally got into my harddrive and got most of my data and saved it to DVD. Unfortunately, I have lost all of my email contacts and the emails themselves. It's a frustration. I had a lot of old email from old girlfriends, not to mention Tyler's old letters from when we were really flirty (back when I thought he was that cute little blonde).

A very, very sick PC. Last Sunday, after the PLOJ - I came home to my computer going slightly insane - switching resolutions randomly, and eventually just freezing up and refusing to restart. I spent some time with Alienware tech support - and there's something really awesome about Alienware tech support vs most computer tech support... you call Dell, and they assume you may have forgotten to plug the computer in, or that perhaps you don't know how to turn it on. Alienware, on the other hand, assumes that you have a phillip's head screwdriver and that you're ready to yank parts out of your computer.