I *am* the Don Music of the modern day keyboard
My computer karma continues to deteriorate, going from worse to unbearably awful. I can’t fathom what I did in another life that has caused me to suffer so in this one, but I must have been pretty bad with the abacus or something.
I got my laptop back on Thursday night, complete with a new hard drive but with all extraneous software removed–including photoshop–rendering it useless for anything more than writing and Fakebooking, the evil online activity that takes the art of procrastination to a whole new level.
Given the new limits of my laptop, I downloaded all the photos I’d taken on Friday night to an external hard drive connected to our desktop computer, the final frontier in my photo processing. And before I could begin editing them and give thanks to the computer gods for having all of my machines in working order, the desktop quit on me. I’ve tried re-booting, I’ve tried zapping the P-Ram (going the two-bong and also the three-bong routes) but: Nada. I’m not allowed past the very first grey page, with the grey apple and the little grey start-up wheel spinning like a fan in taunting eternity.
I very nearly popped a blood vessel while screaming at Sam and now I’m afraid there’s a greater possibility I’ll be served with divorce papers on our anniversary this Tuesday, instead of getting the tattoo I want. After I blew, he high-tailed it out the door to pick up some Thai food, knowing that part of my angst was rooted in low blood sugar and that at least this much he could control. While he was gone, I enjoyed the remainder of my meltdown in private.
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