well, shit
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dragonlady7Dave's laptop just died. He's off to the Apple store to try and get it fixed. We hope it's something fixable. and not expensive. D-:
Of course it's a month before graduation, so this is the wrapping-up crazy culmination of the semester with all its attendant insanity. He had three hours of varying sorts of videos to watch tonight, and now I really don't know when he'll do that. i offered to go to the store for him, but he refused, and pretty much rightly so-- I haven't used that computer in months so if they asked any questions about what was wrong with it I really wouldn't know... But still.
I have to stay here because his Mom's internet connection is down and she may need to come over to use ours.
But he needs that computer to finish his projects, to finish his classes, to study for his exams-- this is extremely, extremely bad. It just fucking figures it would do this in the last four weeks before he's supposed to finally fucking graduate.
MUH. Well, we'll wait for the diagnosis, I suppose, before totally freaking out.
I still want to read some Cuchulainn/Ferdiad slash and don't have time to write it. Anybody?
pff. I need me some less bizarre kinks. (But I can't believe nobody's thought of that either. Nobody else in 101 years has found
Also reread some of my Fourth Age Tolkien stuff, and today briefly poked into somebody else's 4th Age stuff and was like "my story is so much more what I'm interested in" (duh, that's why I write what I write) which led to the conclusion, "I should finish it." Ha! So... maybe someday.
It was up to 78 today, but the temperature began to drop sharply at around 4, and it's like 55 out now. I should probably go shut the rest of our windows. Dave came home and was grumpy-tired, so I let him sleep a bit. I showered, which adds up to a total of a bath plus a shower today. My hair is just so silky. I got myself a tiny, tiny, almost-sunburn to mildly alleviate the pastiness. So I did my hair all nice with little braids, and dressed myself up in emphatically non-work clothes, and made dinner. (Beans-n-rice with cajun seasonings, and grilled chicken breast with dinosaur bbq's creole honey mustard sauce.) We ate out on the sunporch, with the windows closed so it was warm from the sun but not cold from the wind.
But Dave's stressed and gone off, so I'm sitting here in my nice clothes and pretty hair and feeling a bit glum. (He didn't notice I'd dressed up. I decided not to bring it up.) Perhaps I'll finish cleaning the house on Friday and Saturday-- I'd thought about going to visit my folks, who I haven't seen since January (haven't seen my sisters since November either...) but Dave's busy and I don't feel up to stealing the car, and can't afford the train. So. No dice. I'll clean the house.
Christ, I hope they can fix his computer and it doesn't cost a bomb. I would get him a new one as an early graduation present but I can't afford it. Not even if I use the savings account from since I was a baby.
Of course it's a month before graduation, so this is the wrapping-up crazy culmination of the semester with all its attendant insanity. He had three hours of varying sorts of videos to watch tonight, and now I really don't know when he'll do that. i offered to go to the store for him, but he refused, and pretty much rightly so-- I haven't used that computer in months so if they asked any questions about what was wrong with it I really wouldn't know... But still.
I have to stay here because his Mom's internet connection is down and she may need to come over to use ours.
But he needs that computer to finish his projects, to finish his classes, to study for his exams-- this is extremely, extremely bad. It just fucking figures it would do this in the last four weeks before he's supposed to finally fucking graduate.
MUH. Well, we'll wait for the diagnosis, I suppose, before totally freaking out.
I still want to read some Cuchulainn/Ferdiad slash and don't have time to write it. Anybody?
pff. I need me some less bizarre kinks. (But I can't believe nobody's thought of that either. Nobody else in 101 years has found
Sorrowful the morning when the strength was taken from the son of Daman. My grief I loved the friend to whom I have given a drink of red blood.(Lady Gregory, p. 479 Cuchulain of Muirthemne (edition bound with Gods & Fighting Men).)
It is a sorrowful thing has happened to us the pupils of Scathach-- I myself red and wounded; you yourself not driving your chariot.
It is a sorrowful thing has happened to us the pupils of Scathach-- I myself hard with blood, you yourself entirely dead.
It is a sorrowful thing has happened to us the pupils of Scathach-- yourself to have died, myself to be alive and strong; it is angry we were in the battle.
Also reread some of my Fourth Age Tolkien stuff, and today briefly poked into somebody else's 4th Age stuff and was like "my story is so much more what I'm interested in" (duh, that's why I write what I write) which led to the conclusion, "I should finish it." Ha! So... maybe someday.
It was up to 78 today, but the temperature began to drop sharply at around 4, and it's like 55 out now. I should probably go shut the rest of our windows. Dave came home and was grumpy-tired, so I let him sleep a bit. I showered, which adds up to a total of a bath plus a shower today. My hair is just so silky. I got myself a tiny, tiny, almost-sunburn to mildly alleviate the pastiness. So I did my hair all nice with little braids, and dressed myself up in emphatically non-work clothes, and made dinner. (Beans-n-rice with cajun seasonings, and grilled chicken breast with dinosaur bbq's creole honey mustard sauce.) We ate out on the sunporch, with the windows closed so it was warm from the sun but not cold from the wind.
But Dave's stressed and gone off, so I'm sitting here in my nice clothes and pretty hair and feeling a bit glum. (He didn't notice I'd dressed up. I decided not to bring it up.) Perhaps I'll finish cleaning the house on Friday and Saturday-- I'd thought about going to visit my folks, who I haven't seen since January (haven't seen my sisters since November either...) but Dave's busy and I don't feel up to stealing the car, and can't afford the train. So. No dice. I'll clean the house.
Christ, I hope they can fix his computer and it doesn't cost a bomb. I would get him a new one as an early graduation present but I can't afford it. Not even if I use the savings account from since I was a baby.
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Date: 2005-04-20 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-20 12:24 am (UTC)But he's lost all his programming tools, and, well, the tool he needs to use them. He has to write major computer programs for his final projects, and without a computer, that's very difficult to do. He is this goddamn close to finally getting his degree. The fucking computer couldn't wait a month to die? Rrrrgh.