I want salad.

ismene is here, checking her email on the powerbook. mbickers is painting her nails. And my beloved wife alternates between doing her nails and stealing my beloved little iBook.

Life is disturbing when a horde of women invades one's home. Do you realize how quickly shoes multiply in a situation like this? No, really, we now have approximately three times as many shoes in this house. And they lurk in dim spots, just waiting to catch one's ankle.

On the other hand, I have even more people to tell me whether my pants match my shirt or if my socks make me look fat. That's very useful. And I can practice my pick-up lines with absolute assurance someone will laugh, someone will make a snide remark, and someone will grab my ass. Life is good.

Now, if krasota would just stop stealing my little baby.