Seventeen years ago this would have all been written down and had carbon paper to help someone else remember it. Seventeen years ago I would not have to have waited for this "notebook" to turn on, for the operating system to warm up, for the keys to function. Hell, fifteen years ago I could have rotated that chair in our basement to the right and still have been able to use that fancy typewriter with the carbon paper instead of the Macintosh SE or whatever it was my parents had at that point, blocked off in the corner of the unfinished basement. The computer being the driving reason to finish that basement and make it more than a room for the kids to play NINTENDO in.
But in the time it took to have this computer completely turn on and warm up and greet me with the desktop screen that I know will eventually turn on me, killing my only allies I cannot help but wonder.
I no longer recall what I desired to write about. What was it? I am starting to recall but to remember proper I require more time. I will think on the subject.