Just the word “Print Shop” is nostalgic to the point of physical pain. I used to sneak into the school computer lab at lunch or recess and print out huge numbers of banners which I then covered my room with. Dot matrix 4 Lyfe.
Perfect description of what I'm feeling right now. It's like some long-dead part of my childhood briefly lurched into life for a moment reopening the wounds of grief at the lost time.
