Ceci N'est Pas Un PowerBook

It is 93 degrees outside and I am sitting in my apartment, naked and wrapped in a blanket, shivering violently. This has been a most satisfactory day, thus far. I organized my wallet, ate tofu and corn chips, and began a wi-fi map of Champaign-Urbana.

I also discovered the coolest thing ever:


I want one desperately.