I walked around Leeds town centre for awhile feeling like a ghost, someone once alive, who was now looking in on the living. I'd spent my twenties living in Leeds, when I'd had a ghastly time, full of loneliness and pain. And here I am, decades later, and the situation is no different.
My computer keeps freezing up. I don't seem to be able to keep it running for more than twenty minutes at a time. This is disastrous, not only because of the obvious reason that it's a lifeline to my online friends, but because I need it for my Forbidden Planet strip.
The two things I need right now: the prozac to kick in, and assistance in fixing whatever's wrong with the computer.