I’ve got not strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I’m free
There are no strings on me
Hi-ho the me-ri-o
That’s the only way to go
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me
Hi-ho the me-ri-o
I’m as happy as can be
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me
So, I finally went wireless. I’d shout “freedom” but something tells me this new iBook will be glued to my lap indefinitely. IZ sleeps with his Palm Pilot, whom we call precious. I know, seek help. So I will… Any suggestions on what I should call this God of a computer? I make it a hard and fast rule not to sleep with strangers. 🙂
