Sunday already. How very dreary.
Demon has the Cold from Hell, and my faithful electronic minion Mikey does too. Or perhaps Mikey has some other type of virus. Even booting could not get him to viualize coherently. So here I type, on Mikey's Offspring, trying to place me claws on the proper keys, on this very tiny keyboard. Come the dawn, Mikey shall go to the other side in hopes some shaman may resurrect his electronic soul and return him to me well-healed.