I'm unsubscribing.  I'm getting ready to move "Yonder," also known as
Washington, and the only computer available to me is the one at work.  My
boss tries to read my screen so I got a heavy duty glare protector.  The
premise is that you can't see the monitor screen unless you're directly in
front of it.  He has figured it out and now stands *behind* me.  So, no FML
at work.
 
My computer at home committed suicide right before my eyes on Saturday.
All I did was install a 33.6 modem and 32Mb RAM.  Ungrateful. Sheesh. Makes
me want to haul it upstairs and push it over the balcony.
 
Thank you for the ferret lessons, funny stories, and the tears.  Thank you
Bob C for making me laugh.  All of you will be missed.
 
Irinia
[Posted in FML issue 2002]