I'm devastated. I just realised that all my ‘love letters’ are on e-mail and no grandchild of mine will ever find a stack of them bound by ribbon in a box somewhere. I would have said 'attic' but friends like R pointed out, "Do you even HAVE an attic?" Not that I can see any grandkids on the horizon but the mails I'm sure are hanging around somewhere in some folder. Or at least what's left after I deleted several since yahoo was still stingy with its mailbox space then.
Meanwhile, there's something wrong with the internet browser at home though strangely one of the IMs is working. It happens all the time. Every couple of months something or the other goes wrong with the computer negating all the time it is SUPPOSED to have saved me. "Technology sucks," I told a friend. On Gtalk of course.
Meanwhile, there's something wrong with the internet browser at home though strangely one of the IMs is working. It happens all the time. Every couple of months something or the other goes wrong with the computer negating all the time it is SUPPOSED to have saved me. "Technology sucks," I told a friend. On Gtalk of course.