I can tell that the computer is trying to figure out which one of us is the owner of the computer. It keeps trying to get me to set up a contact list to my email, to set up a personal signature, it doesn’t like my last name because it is two words, and apparently that is not a thing outside of Spain? I don’t know… I thought other people did that too… It is really bugging both me and Amanda out, equally. I am not the one screaming in her ear. I think we are beginning to have the same sort of opinions that each other have.
It is really cool, I didn’t realize how much it bothered be being a passenger in my own skin. I am glad she likes me now. It was like both of us wanted to kill ourselves by drinking and using to death or ripping our skin in half. I remember waking up with scratches and blood all over my face or gigantic holes in appendages. It varied where, the most frequent was the face.
I think that is what it doesn’t like about us, is my point, that we are an us. It has a real issue with it. I am convinced that it slows down the whole system on this thing, she is a little skeptical about it.
Later
Damien
Misery's search for joy 