Gogo is my laptop.
That is, in theory, he has been my laptop. In practice, he is our laptop, which is a wholly different thing. Frequently, Shannon uses him. While, at any time, I am free to say “I feel I should write”, or even “I want to knob about on line” and Shannon will cheerfully give him up to me, I am not good at this. “This” being saying that I want something in direct conflict with someone else who wants something else.
Not a Shannon problem. A Scott problem. “Grow up” is the advice I’ve got for me, but it’s a slow job to finish, and frequently it becomes the
excuse reason that I don’t get much done, email answered, lj posted. Then I dislike me for not doing what I want to do, and for wanting something that is against my duty, that duty being the self sacrifice of every thing I can think of for no good purpose when it isn’t needed.
Ah. I was saying something.
Today, we procured another laptop. Shannon has hers, and is having a very nice time with it.
And I. I have mine. Mine.
Unfortunately, I seem to have mislaid my excuse to not write. Now what will I do?
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry