It has been laying, dormant, under a decorative pillowcase in the living room for years now. We disconnected it when we moved the computer, and decided to keep it disconnected because it seemed more interested in printing wingding sentences than what we asked of it. When we'd insist it print what we wanted, it would shudder and sigh and, begrudgingly, spit ours out. After dawdling over every line of ink, of course.
I'm excavating it. I actually kind of like the wingdings. Happy faces and peace signs were, as I recall, the most prominent. I figure it's time to make peace with it.
Short post. I'm alive. All two of you that come here :D
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