1781 Disk 1 Failure
Mar. 30th, 2004 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI think my laptop is officially about to buy the farm, kick the bucket, meet its maker....whatever.
DAMN
It took me 30 minutes just to persuade the critter to grind into action long enough for me to get online. This happens just hours after I get a call from Telehell asking me to revamp their website. WOE!!!
I experienced my first hunger pangs a few moments ago. A couple of swallows of Carnation Instant Breakfast nipped that right in the bud. This is glorious.
The grandmother unit had throat surgery on Friday, so I sent her an e-card to express my hope she's gonna be OK. Since I can't drive, snail mail isn't an option.
I have raised LUMP status to a whole new level. I walk, I pass out. I eat, I pass out. I go to the bathroom, I pass out. Although this is to be expected, it's really starting to get on my nerves. It's a good thing I'm not in the Pit. I'd be spread out on my desk, drooling on my keyboard like the vegetable I obviously am.
Jesus.
That underlying sense of dissatisfaction is needling on the perifpheries of my consciousness. It has nothing to do with my surgery or anything like that. This has been an ongoing situation ~ vestiges of a freak's desire for true normalcy perhaps. I hate that feeling.
DAMN
It took me 30 minutes just to persuade the critter to grind into action long enough for me to get online. This happens just hours after I get a call from Telehell asking me to revamp their website. WOE!!!
I experienced my first hunger pangs a few moments ago. A couple of swallows of Carnation Instant Breakfast nipped that right in the bud. This is glorious.
The grandmother unit had throat surgery on Friday, so I sent her an e-card to express my hope she's gonna be OK. Since I can't drive, snail mail isn't an option.
I have raised LUMP status to a whole new level. I walk, I pass out. I eat, I pass out. I go to the bathroom, I pass out. Although this is to be expected, it's really starting to get on my nerves. It's a good thing I'm not in the Pit. I'd be spread out on my desk, drooling on my keyboard like the vegetable I obviously am.
Jesus.
That underlying sense of dissatisfaction is needling on the perifpheries of my consciousness. It has nothing to do with my surgery or anything like that. This has been an ongoing situation ~ vestiges of a freak's desire for true normalcy perhaps. I hate that feeling.
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Date: 2004-03-30 02:16 pm (UTC)That's what we like to hear :)
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Date: 2004-03-31 04:55 am (UTC)Love Instant Breakfast, consumed much during my first attack of stomach trouble many years ago.