Anyway, I'm now looking at stuff, figuring out which protuberance of which item is to be stuck into which orifice of which other item. This part makes me feel dirty. I don't mind if the domesticated beasts of the neighborhood, or the local wildlife, copulate on my lawn, but I'd rather not be sticking bits of technology together. Why can't they just do this themselves, in the privacy of a factory? Ech!
Another night to make CDs of various and sundry files, and maybe move a bit more junk out of the room. When will they get around to inventing inter-dimensional storage?
The rain tonight is nice, though.
