Andy’s computer suffered a nervous breakdown yesterday, and as a reult he almost did too. Long story short, we had to run the restore disk. Luckily, none of his actual data files were lost. But his PC was restored to what it was like when he bought it SIX YEARS AGO. The poor boy took today off work just so he can finish the restorative process. We can’t find a way to import his email messages into his “new” Outlook Express profile; the computer thinks that he’s never logged on before, so even though the messages ARE still on there, it doesn’t have any sort of “profile” associated with them. So it doesn’t know what to do. Any friendly advice out there?

Switching over to the new accounting software here at work beginning this afternoon. Could be potentially painful. Hmm, I suppose that’s a pretty dull thing to write about.

Am re-reading “My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts,” by Amos Tutola. This is one freaky book. Like “Alice In Wonderland” on acid and African. I still love it. (Brian Eno & David Byrne used the title for their album).

We watched “Carrington” last night. I’d last seen it in college. At the time, I was dating Tiffany (who was to be my last “girlfriend”). The film disturbed her so much that afterwards she threw up. Little did she know how apropos it really was.