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Ice cream and a vow that will probably be broken When (if) I (ever) finish my thesis, I'm not touching a computer for year. Except maybe to write in this secret online journal. And maybe to play the Sims. No, I shouldn't allow myself to play the Sims. My hands hurt like a mofo. If I could live my life over again, I would have never started playing computer solitaire. Now, I owe Bill Gates probably half a million dollars (vegas scoring, of course), and I'm practically crippled. I should have taken up a more time-tested addiction, like real live gambling or drugs or ice cream. p.s. A nother reason I don't really like it here is because there are no Dairy Queens.
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