My computer is sick. I bought a new one. They are both being rehabed and retrained and reformatted by Mark Wilson. I am hanging out in the business office, trying to keep up with the thousands of emails I get every day.
Having no computer while you are on drugs (for my accident of course) means I am not sure who I am and what my phone number is. I certainly can't call anyone else unless their phone number is saved in my cell phone. Oops, I better so plug it in. It is my last link to the outside world.
I am doing amazingly stupid stuff. I left my purse in the car today. Then searched all over my loft to find it. Accidently took my phone off the hook, so no one could call me.
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