i want to kill the internet and then all the wireless mouse and keyboard companies!

i was 20 beer and a song download away from going to bed when the mouse died.  it didn't rock my universe, but it did piss me off.

and that is my tale for today.

peace to Pink Floyd ~ smoke pot.

as the only true and original pyschedelic poster said - and you who remember weren't there - trip or freak or in todays euphomism - funny or die.

good night or in the words of charlie brown, "good grief".