My computer blows

And it may just blow up one of these days.

Honestly, I'm not sure how I've managed to keep the silly thing running since (knock on wood) 1997, especially concidering how badly I abuse it.

Anyway, I was in the middle of shut down when my stinking fic muse started whispering. Bastard's been MIA for how long now? So now I'm on the family computer (which has a printer), which actually works and thank goodness is actually on all the time. Rather than waiting 15 minutes for my dinosaur to boot up. And I'm digging through my email, hoping that I was a smart girl for a change and still have the email from last time I printed it out.

....

Victory is mine!

The last draft update it still in my inbox.

::scurries off clutching printouts::