my heart is a glorious machine;

Well!

Things have been a bit mad. I feel rather as if I have been plucked unceremoniously from one life and thrust into another, and when certain familiar things attempt to poke their way in I feel magnificently disoriented. Except for once, when I was four, I have never moved even within the same state, and therefore a move signifies complete and utter change. The stores should be different, and the people I see--I shouldn't feel as if I am in the same place as always when I leave this familiarly strange house!

Where did I leave off? There is so much to tell; most of it probably won't be of overmuch interest to anyone else, but I always feel compelled to remember everything: every event, every sensation, especially new, History-of-Banui events such as this.

Main computer does not seem to be starting up properly--when one switches it on, one gets the normal start-up and then it stops on the red and green and blue thingummy that says something about putting on lower power--the thingummy that always shows up right before the menu screen thingummy with everyone's desktops on it. I am trying not to panic. I am also using Dad's laptop on which everything is difficult to read, but at least we got a normal mouse on it for the time being, instead of that wretched laptop mouse. In any case, it needs to be looked at.

Ugh, I don't think that this entry does anything justice--too many facts and not much of what I feel about the facts. I was beginning to get so internet-deprived that I was talking blog entries out loud to myself, because, perhaps, writing about things is how I begin to understand them. I am sure I have left out important things that I will remember later. At the moment, my legs are both asleep and the kitty keeps trying to lie on them.