The memory remains

phew, just spent nigh on two hours trying to remember what i put as the answer to my secret question on my gmail account. I managed to forget the password to not only my username here on blogspot, but also the password to my gmail... and no, this wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't just left my parents home where i spent the holidays to go "home"* to my own appartment and computer where nothing is stored.

But, like the computergenius I'm not, I managed to break into gmail by knowing my extremely lame sense of humour when answering secret question, I mean, who ever expects to use the "secret question"..?

*"home" is such a difficult word, or at least it is for me who lives something like 80km from my parents. Sometimes home is the appartment and sometimes it's my parents house. How does one define which "home" one talks about? Well, I suppose I can keep saying "go south" when I mean that I'm going to my parents.

Hope you all had a nice and laidback easter / Monkey Boy