Yesterday had to be one of the most hellish days I've had in a while. Nothing went my way it seemed (still seems).
I woke up with a mind-numbing headache that kept me in the prone position all day praying for a quick, decisive death. I avoided taking the magic pills (Tylenol Allergy Sinus) because they knock me flat on my ass, and I wanted/needed to go to my cousin's JV football game last night. SO, I stayed flat, watched Scrubs, and napped for the better part of the day.
The more distressing problem is my laptop. It appears to be on its proverbial last leg and longing for death as much as I was yesterday. I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with it. Well, I know what's wrong with it....running slow, can't hold an internet connection, running SLOW. It's less than a year old, I've virus scanned, spyware scanned, defragged, etc. etc. and it still refuses to behave. I plan to be on the phone with the warranty/help desk peeps for a significant amount of time this afternoon, and if we can't figure anything out I'll have to mail it to their fixers. Which means it'll be a significant number of weeks before I get it back. Which means I have to back up any and everything that is/could potentially be important. Thesis stuff, MP3's, thesis stuff, pr0n. You name it.
So, the aforementioned football game. I battled through the sinus headache pain and went to the game, ate the obligatory corn dog, and listened to my cousin (not the one playing) be the typical "football parent" that makes my ass twitch. You know the type---always yelling and bitching about the other team's refs and rules. Yeah, not fun when they were the visiting team playing in my hometown. Even though I couldn't give less of a shit about football or football in my hometown, it's still annoying when someone keeps saying, "Yeah, freakin' ______ ______. They always change the rules here." What. the. fuck. ever. rednecks.
Got home and realized that when Mom had grabbed the small keyring with only the car keys on it to save me from looking like a man with big balls when I put the keys in my pocket because she didn't have pockets, she inadvertently locked us out of the house. She meant to leave the door from garage to house unlocked since she grabbed the exclusively-car-keys keychain, but it didn't work out. SO we were locked out with no windows to crawl through without breaking them, no doors she was willing to knock down. SO, she had to go track down a cell phone (we left ours at home) to call locksmiths, and the only one willing to come out (for $100) was in Mesquite (35ish miles away), and a whiner. He showed up (out of the kindness of his black heart) bitching about how many hours he works and how far he had to drive (which turned out to be only 20ish miles after all). It took him 1.5 hours to drive the 20 miles apparently so we were locked out until around 10:30.
Once we got in, I set the 'puter to scanning (again) and went to bed after having doped myself up with enough Tylenol Allergy Sinus to kill an angry dragon only to wake up at 4am to realize that I had missed the report I was supposed to write down and pass along to the help desk peeps, which means I'll have to run the hours-long scan again when I return home today.
Gotta go teach. Be back later.
P.S. The dying computer presents a large problem for getting the 'zine online. More to come on how I'm gonna rectify that situation.