Toys and oxymoron

1.50am and I am still fiddling around this new commie. Can't stop using it, prolly the intermittent geek in me is warpedly fascinated. The phlegm rattling about in my lungs is not helping me fall asleep either. Well, better mucus than fever.

I wonder if opening hotmail using safari qualifies as an oxymoron?

And laptop should really be renamed as bedtop.