I’m home. Babysitting went very well, and I’ll be going to hell, I’m sure, for putting the baby in front of the TV and then turning on The Rules of Attraction, but… it’s not like that hadn’t been decided before.
I am concerned. There is a slight smell like burning plastic in my room, and my computer is making very bizarre noises. Perhaps now is not the time to test whether I actually am a curse upon all things technological.