Surfing the Inner N8

Carolyn should be back home in about an hour.  She’s been gone for the past couple days at a conference near Baltimore.  While she was away I made a self-discovery: I don’t think I’m mature enough to be left by myself.  Last night I stayed up playing until 1:30, and all I’ve had to eat the past two days are Spaghettios and cookies.

I’ve missed her, but the timing was pretty good considering that I came down with a cold.  If she was here, she’d keep after me to take some nasty-tasting medicinal stuff.

I think I’d better go squeeze in some Atari time before she gets home.