NinaWills is Echo and mourns the end of Dollhouse.
Lightning fried the ethernet port on my home PC earlier this afternoon. I had enough sense to work on my office database and not a spreadsheet, thus data loss was minimal. If not, I’d lose a few hours worth of work and would probably be pulling all my hair out by now.
I’d be offline if not for my dad’s notebook. But this being my dad’s notebook, I won’t be able to say much here, except to say that right now, my frustration is absolute and complete.
I shall now spend the entire evening shying away from all electrical appliances and maroon myself underneath a blanket while attempting to finish Sting’s memoir tonight. Too bad it’s not the man himself…


