Lost My Teenaged Mind

My daughter Elena can Instant Message while watching two different TV shows, talking on the telephone, and writing a term paper. I, on the other hand, am lucky if I can walk and chew gum at the same time. Since the Talking Heads are playing on the office stereo and Bill is explaining to Radio Bob why he is looking for tools to edit the boot sector of his hard drive, and people drop by at random to try out the New Media studio's new love seat, I have retired to the deserted and soundproofed production studio to inform you, gentle reader, that I have lost my teenaged mind... and am left with these middle-aged convolutions.