getting accustomed to new way of life or ...life with Orestes

ah.
so finally, here i am again, this time reminding myself of an easteuropean bistro 'stamgast' standing up and typing into a sports hall computer as if i was standing at a stained worn-out bar, in a way resembling a book shelf, waiting for my beer to come...
re-reading the last lines, they sound very poetic to me, however, i guess that i'd rather them not sound so poetic and get Orestes in symbiosis with our broadband working. you cant have everything indeed and so i have to be satisfied with presenting the artistic side of self and be patient. and perhaps i do prefer writing poetic stuff to the boradband working. mmm. its Orestes i dont want to be parted with.