Daily Report: Births and Deaths

It was a rainy, cold, gray day today in The Jungle... kind of like your average gray New York summer day, where you stare for hours out your window at the swing set you wish you could be on, or the sandbox you could be playing in... except that here, the kids don't hesitate to run out in the cold rain and cavort to their hearts' content.

A death in the family: The first and only keyboard I've ever owned (purchased in 1997 with my Gateway 667 mHz computer) has finally died. Considering I type for a living, it was quite an exemplary stint of service. I calculated that the old boy tolerated over 350 million keystrokes before finally suffering a key stroke. (Ohh... that was just so dumb it came all the way around to clever, eh? Or vice versa.) Anyway, Mike Bird has graciously loaned me his keyboard until I can get into CDO myself to purchase a new one. (I want to go in and make sure I get a worthy replacement... do test typing and stuff.)

Epril spent the night in CDO at her best friend Genelyn's birthday party tonight. They were out clubbing until 2 a.m. (Genelyn won 8,000 pisos... about $175... in a sexy dance contest at the disco.) Roman was the lone Kano of the birthday group... I hope to see him (and everybody else) this Friday at Spooks.