I miss my PC.

Don’t get me wrong; I love my MacBook and I’m truly enjoying the whole “two monitors” thing – it feels like I am totally the future. I just miss all the little things that I can’t do without my PC – IRC, those stupid Shockwave games I play nonstop when no one is looking, browsing through my collection of naked people that I know. I miss my files; all my MP3s and pictures that I didn’t backup to my external drive. I miss the control key, damnit. I think this weekend I should go buy myself a new power supply (again) and get my computer back up and running. It’s high time I returned to a lifestyle of idling on IRC for weeks at a time, never saying a word!

I am very tired today. I’ve slept poorly for two nights in a row, one night even featuring imaginary or possibly real cigarettes. I awoke at 2:30 in the morning because I smelled really strong horrible disgusting pipe clogging choking cigarette smoke, and it made me unable to breathe. I drifted in and out of sleep, but the smell was really strong and I was getting really concerned because my throat was closing up and breathing was not only difficult but painful – basically, what happens every time I have the misfortune to be around smokers. I eventually fell asleep, but my dreams were of violent confrontations with smoking hobos that I had poured water on from my fire escape in an attempt to douse their stink. The dream was really vivid, which led me to wonder – did I dream the initial cigarette stench that woke me up in the first place, or was someone really smoking in very close vicinity to my bed? The smell was REALLY strong, but Ed slept through it all. Was it real? Did someone sneak into my room and hide under my bed, smoking? One thing that I remember thinking strange was the strength of the smell, and the silence – usually when our neighbours sneak out for a late night smoke, they aren’t exactly discrete about it. They talk or sing or get into fights or make some kind of noise, but other than the stench there was no noise whatsoever. If I dreamed the entire thing, I would appreciate not having those sorts of dreams because frankly I really do enjoy being able to breathe. Also, I hate cigarettes. I am allergic, I do not enjoy cancer, and just .. eww.

Josh and Shan are in Vegas. Miranda and Reilly leave for Cuba tonight. Ed and I have no plans this weekend, and I am excited – I can finally crack open GTA IV, I don’t have to wear pants, and there are many good things to be said about not dining out for 6 days in a row.