Lactose intolerance

Hmm. By the by, I'm terribly sorry about the absence of posts here recently. I've completely forgotten to tell you that just as we were finishing Prosopopeia, and hence I needed my computer the most, I accidentally poured a glass of milk into my laptop. My keyboard developed an acute case of lactose intolerance, and has been taken to the milkman. I don't like sitting in computer labs, so most of my online time is for important stuff like writing emails, surfing other blogs, and playing flash animated strip poker. I expect to be back up and running within the week. Until then, even R's new mac is out of town. Oh, and she's gone too. So I have no computer at home. Aaah! The frustration! The loneliness!

Today, as I was peeking out the window, I saw a woman in a bright red coat walking through the weedy and muddy field behind my house. There was what appeared to be a garden gnome in the discarded couch under the tree there. Another woman was filming her. The woman with the camera instructed her in a waddly sort of bird-dance walk through the tall brown grass. They followed each other around using this silly walk. I walked past them a few minutes later, and now a man and a small child had materialised. They were standing in a straight line, the four of them. Apparently waiting for something. It looked like something out of a Murakami novel.