Wow. I'm typing this in OpenOffice. I know there's a lot of OO users out there but I'm impressed. As my bf says, Ubuntu is an adventure! Woo.

Man, it's hard for me to shift gears. Where does this stubbornness come from? Modeling of the parents synthesized with years of practice, compounded by a good portion of ethnic character (Dutch - “woodenheads” in the parlay of Chesterville, ON, Canada)?

Why am I typing instead of drawing? Why can I not shut off the Ubuntu and plug in the Mac? Why, why, why, do I always drag my feet – refusing to do something if I've made a plan: hell, it's as if I view myself or any plans I make as “The Boss” - the authority figure who must be hated, ignored and/or thwarted. What is wrong with me?

Do I really love that big lump of emotional pain in my stomach so much?