Wednesday, September 28th, 2011
10:03 pm - Bother  
When I'm at home I eat practically every meal at my desk. I have no kitchen table (no room), and my office is in what any sensible person would use as the dining room. This is usually not a problem. Tonight at dinner, however, I knocked over my glass of milk, most of which wound up in my wireless keyboard. Considering how much crap is piled upon my desk, I'm amazed at how little other stuff got doused. Got lucky.

Meanwhile, I'm typing on a spare wired keyboard whilst the wireless drains over next to the kitchen sink. It could've been worse. I spent New Year's Eve 1984 cleaning semi-dry and very sticky Coca Cola out of my completely dissembled, three-month old Commodore 64.