Virus

I think .exe must have had a virus, thus rendering his programmed-self temporarily incapacitated by...feelings! Nothing else could explain yesterday's smileys, kisses and flowers at 4:14pm and then sad faces and sighs at 4:56pm. Come on, stop dicking around. When you want something, when you neeeed it, you get off your ass and get it!
Meanwhile, I am happily dipping my nib in other inkwells (or is it the inverse?!) and realizing that maybe waiting for the impossible for the sake of a few bells and whistles just isn't worth it. Maybe there is something better out there...whatever odd packaging it may happen to come in.