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So, from all I know, the fuckwittery doth continue. Both on LJ and with my computer that keeps BSODing. We bought a program today that is supposed to do all kinds of nifty diagnostic an repair things, including fix the registry, and we're going to uninstall andreinstall tonight the programs whose drivers we think may have gotten corrupted. Therefore I will probably not be on till late tonight, but, we shall see. Thank god it's spaghetti night tonight; that's easy to fix.

I have no news on the LJ-wank-related fuckwittery.

Our furry overlords tried to kill me again this morning. And they're almost out of the dry food we got them, despite liking that only marginally better than the dry food they came with (yes, our cats came with food. Like a little kit. It amused me). The boy came downtown today to open a bank account and we ended up going out for some HEAVENLY chicken tikki masala (Bria, they have a veggie masala too if you want to explore that when you come into the area) and apparently some heavenly apple pie. I did not partake ofthe apple pie, as by that point I wanted to get back to work and help out. But. God, curry. I missed curry.

We put a shopping cart into our web page at work, so people can now order things online! This may increase the amount we sell, which would be heavenly and hopefully make people here stop worrying. Or at least worry less. It would also decrease the amount of time I am able to spend online during the day, which doesn't bother me overmuch, 'cause, work. Money. Is good. We did have about twice the amount of shipping we have been having today due to the shopping cart, but it remains to be seen if we will in the future.

Gas prices suck. The economy sucks. The boy doesn't have a job yet but since this is his first week of more active looking, hey, not surprising. And our rent is pre-paid till June 1 so that's good.

I should have cute glasses coming. There may have to be pictures. My mom and my aunt gave me a gift card for the local grocery store and the other aunt is sending money for a microwave, so. And I put my glasses on my credit card, which, yeouch, but between the money written for that and my paycheck tomorrow I will have a four digit bank balance again, which I like. I ordered checks and changed my address on my here-bank account like a responsible adult. I need to call my bank in Ohio and change my address there, too. Responsibility, wot?

And as soon as my damn computer's up and running again I can balance my books. And as soon as my checks arrive I can make a decent sized payment on my credit card, which, at least that won't be getting used very much at all anytime soon. And my one student loan had damn well better be paid off. I may actually call and confirm that. And. And there were other things I had to do. I owe two people letters and one person a thank you note. And someone else a birthday card that will totally not get there in time, so there may just be wavings in my journal. If I still have it and no one's suspended it lately. Oi. And. I don't know. I'm just... tired and sad for my friend and wondering why the hell people are doing shit like this.

And I need to write and post query letters. FUCK. I need to do that tonight, before I let myself get any more into the habit of slacking. And then follow up on original writing tomorrow or something.

PEOPLE. Please. Pimp whatyouimagine. Post there if you have original stuff you want to work on. The prompt list for this cycle is up and I do not want to be lame and be the only one posting, although I will if I bloody well have to. It's good, it's fun, it's free of monthly posting requirements, I just ask that people help me start it up and get the ball rolling. I don't want to shove this boulder uphill all by myself.

I want alcohol. I'll wait till the weekend but I am so fucking tired of some things, LJ wank and credit card debt (already, and it's not even that bad, I'm just tired of it) and a few other things. I think this weekend there will be orange-mango juice and rum. Not tonight as it's a worknight, but this weekend. And. Ooh. I have English Country dance this weekend. That's always fun.

... See what happens when I don't update for a while? You get rambled at.