Wednesday, June 27, 2001 [by:SilentBob]

I sit at this desk with a old ratty fan blowing into my face. I sit here and push buttons like a robot. Mindlessly staring at the small red, green, and blue dots that want to form something, but can't. Then I realize that I can use this box as a tool. A tool of infinite possibilities. Not for staring at and pushing buttons, but something that has a far greater purpose. I can make this into a grilled cheese maker.