MDF Hurts

It’s been a horrid day. While mulled wine, made in the microwave, eased the cough I can’t shake enough for me to sleep last night, it knocked me out to the point where I overslept today, and never did manage to shower or dress, beyond the addition of underwear and old comfy (ripped in a thousand places) cotton leggings. I also managed to spill said wine on my soft, blue, cotton NaNoWriMo shirt, thus making it look as though I was shot. My grandmother, if she had been buried instead of cremated, would be rolling in her grave. If she were still alive, she’d be calling me words like “ragamuffin” and “you look like a miserable wretch,” and she’d be write.

So the day started badly.

It then got worse. I broke my blog, lost the piece I was writing for work – twice – spilled water on electronic equipment, jammed my printer, and knocked my already-damaged keyboard tray off it’s rollers thus breaking it MORE, and I fought with Fuzzy, and the cord on my keyboard isn’t long enough to put on the top of my desk because of the way the cords are strung, and Fuzzy brought me DayQuil instead of a dedicated cough suppressant, but it just doesn’t work, and I don’t have enough of my work stuff loaded onto the MacBook to use it exclusively.

I just want to scream.


Actually, that felt kind of good.

My skin is dry, and itchy, and lotion isn’t helping, and I’m drinking tons of water, but it’s not helping either. I’m tired and crabby didn’t get as much done today as I’d hoped.

Also, Macs seriously need to look into the concept of right-click. And the Vaio has way better video.

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