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Computer successfully left in the eager hands of the Campus Computer guy who talks a mile a minute and throws out numbers like he's playing football. Even upgrading to the iMac's limit, it still won't be that much. So yay. (let's just hope they don't do old joy dog [hardrive name] any damage.) Motor mouth, who was actually very nice, he ran to get the door for me when he saw me trying to open it without dropping the computer and expressed solidarity about the coolness of SIMS and the necessity of upgrading the memory to play, is not the tech. He comes in around 1:00. Either it will be done in half an hour today if they have the memory sticks they need, or it will be a couple of days. Either way, it's okay, because I've armed the pda and can work on the current chapter of the novel on it, with my lovely little pda keyboard. Supposing I ever get any writing done again.
Yesterday after slogging home in the heat, feeling like a slug with the juice drained out of it, I watched a Buffy rerun on FX and it was "The Zeppo." Such an awesome, funny and smart episode. I still love my Xander.
Present from co-worker this morning, left on my chair (she tried to take it back when she realized she was a day early, but I said nothing doing, it's mine now). The present was a soup mug, okay, not exciting, but the card is this card/book called Dream Cat, with cat art and verses that I used to have, years and years ago. I have no idea what happened to the one I had back when, but it's very cool and nostalgic and kind of fitting to be given it again, for this birthday. Why this birthday...well, I think I may be doing the oh god I'm turning 40 a year early, either that or it's a dress rehearsal, though I'd prefer to get it out of my system now. I've been feeling grumpy and out of sorts the last 3 days and last night I just started crying, finally recongnizing that I was feeling a little desperate and freaked and not dealing with it at all. So it was sob, I'm turning 39 and I'm alone and I haven't sold a novel or nearly enough stories, I don't have my own place, my own home in the world, my job is meaningless and unrewarding, look at me, I have nothing and have accomplished nothing, sob.
So, I cried, and it passed; I went back to reading and then to sleep, had entertaining dreams, cat snugglies, and feel good today. I guess I just had to acknowledge that there is some angst about the mile marker the b-day supposedly is.
And now to some of that meaningless jobwork.
Yesterday after slogging home in the heat, feeling like a slug with the juice drained out of it, I watched a Buffy rerun on FX and it was "The Zeppo." Such an awesome, funny and smart episode. I still love my Xander.
Present from co-worker this morning, left on my chair (she tried to take it back when she realized she was a day early, but I said nothing doing, it's mine now). The present was a soup mug, okay, not exciting, but the card is this card/book called Dream Cat, with cat art and verses that I used to have, years and years ago. I have no idea what happened to the one I had back when, but it's very cool and nostalgic and kind of fitting to be given it again, for this birthday. Why this birthday...well, I think I may be doing the oh god I'm turning 40 a year early, either that or it's a dress rehearsal, though I'd prefer to get it out of my system now. I've been feeling grumpy and out of sorts the last 3 days and last night I just started crying, finally recongnizing that I was feeling a little desperate and freaked and not dealing with it at all. So it was sob, I'm turning 39 and I'm alone and I haven't sold a novel or nearly enough stories, I don't have my own place, my own home in the world, my job is meaningless and unrewarding, look at me, I have nothing and have accomplished nothing, sob.
So, I cried, and it passed; I went back to reading and then to sleep, had entertaining dreams, cat snugglies, and feel good today. I guess I just had to acknowledge that there is some angst about the mile marker the b-day supposedly is.
And now to some of that meaningless jobwork.
