Okay. Day possibly salvaged by playing the "Let's See If I Can Get ALL The Work David Gave Me Today Finished Before Lunch, Despite Losing Two Hours" game. It was a game I did not win, but I ALMOST did. I have what amounts to about ten or twenty minutes worth of work, which I will do after I take a break, because speeding through spreadsheets out of sheer blind ambition takes a lot out of a girl's brain.

My computer is still shutting down randomly. Thank God, I'm obsessively saving. I wish I knew why it was doing that. Better still, I wish it would STOP. Bah.

Also, it's really creepy that despite doing all the calculating THE SAME WAY for everything, every now and then I keep getting random weird numbers. And it's always the SAME number, no matter what I'm calculating. I'm starting to fear 30.36, man.

Annnd apparently my program ends a week earlier than it was supposed to, which means I get a week less of pay. Meh. Fail. One of these days, I'll get a real job.

Okay. I'm going to... Blitz my tags (or the ones that were in my inbox when I left for work this morning- I WANT ACCESS TO MY GMAIL, YOU FAIL COMPUTER), in theory. David's not going to be here for the rest of the day, so since I played that game, I have, uh... Completely given myself three hours of DOING NOTHING. XD

ARGH. ARGH. ARGH.

I've been working on this fucking spreadsheet program for TWO HOURS. And then my office computer decides to just randomly shut itself down or something and because this was apparently one of those days where I didn't obsessively save every three seconds, I LOST EVERYTHING.

*headwall*

I'm going to cry. I really am. I was almost finished with that and now I'm pissed off and frustrated and ARGH. WHY DIDN'T I SAVE? Teach me not to do that again.

Today is fired.

Well, I was hoping that I'd be able to get on my laptop's internet on my lunch break and have internet that doesn't suck and access to Twitter and Gmail, but apparently the office has protected wireless and as I am not going to ask for the code so I can have frivolous internet... Sucky internet it is.

I think I have, once again, conquered my tags unless someone's tagged me several times over since the last time I had access to my email. And a lot of my threads are winding down so soon I will actually be able to feel comfortable tagging/posting again without wanting to shoot myself in the face! :D Which is awesome.

(ALSO, Riftpeople, and this is nothing that you guys (particularly Rizzy and Aubrey, since it mostly effects them) need to concern yourselves with NOW, by any means, but I want to throw it out there... At some point we should figure out what's to be done about the whole Flagg-Plagues-Ending-This-Season-Thing. I have a few Ideas... Well, one idea. And it's not so much a plot idea as it is a "How We Can End This Season SOON and Not Have It Drag On Through The Plagues" thing, but... Yeah. XD LIKE I SAID, IT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW, but... Something that should happen at some point. Um. *nods*)

In other news, this song is, like, the entire theme for Des and Martha's inevitable wedding. For srs.

I love my friends. They are good at providing pick-me-ups when I'm feeling down, either by random, unexpected Barrowman inna dress or just nice words. ^_^ ALL THE HEARTS, GUYS.

In other words, apparently sleeping on it made my bad mood less, uh... Bad? I don't know where that bullshit came from last night/all weekend, but I'm happy it appears to be okayish right now. I am still wary of this week and will continue to be so until it proves itself awesome... Hey, low expectations means you're not disappointed.

I know one good thing that's happening though! Half-Blood Prince this weekend! ...I'm so happy I finally remembered when that's coming out. I swear to God, I kept forgetting it comes out this year and every time I saw a trailer or a poster, I would be all, "HUH? WHAT? THAT'S COMING OUT? SINCE WHEN?" I fail a bit.

Also, my laptop has a name. She is baby!TARDIS, because she's often overeager to send things... I mean, really. If I hover over something ponderously, she'll be all, "OOH. YOU WANT TO SEND THIS? SEND!" It's adorable. She's BT for short. *pets her*

Annnd now I go back to spreadsheets. Fucking spreadsheets.

A disclaimer before I start this: This is not implying that anyone has done or said anything that fits what I'm rambling about and thus got me off on this tangent. I just suddenly fell into this bad mood (or, well, I've been in this bad mood all weekend and it's just now gotten bad) without warning and if I didn't start talking, then I'd probably be up all night going over this in my head and not sleeping and I have work tomorrow.

So, to reiterate, don't worry about wondering if you did anything to make me go off on this. You didn't. I promise. It's just something I've been thinking about for awhile and needed to get off my chest, because it was epicly bad tonight. You can also feel free to skip this if you don't want an emo breakdown on my psychological state and why I fail. 

( Emo Chris is Emo and Blargh... )

....Yeah. Anyway. 

EDIT: This is not helped by the fact that I've been having "JESUS CHRIST, I SUCK, I SUCK, I SUCK" spells all weekend either. >.> I'm not looking forward to this week.

HEY, FLIST. GUESS WHAT?

AFTER TWO UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS AT TRYING TO GET A CHEAP FUNCTIONAL LAPTOP, I FINALLY GOT ONE.

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I HAD WIRELESS IN MY ROOM, BUT CLEARLY MY ROUTER IS JUST THAT FANTASTIC.

I AM SO NOT USED TO THESE KEYBOARDS, BUT OMG I DON'T CARE. SO AWESOME. *FLAILS* LAAAAPTOP. WITH FIREFOX. I HAVE MISSED FIREFOX SO MUCH.

I have to figure out how to transfer music and crap and redownload AIM and some other things, but... LAPTOP. OMG.

...Hi, I'm excited. I have been wanting a laptop for AGES.

Laptop totes needs a name. My second iPod is named Dana... Maybe I should call it Casey. Or, um... Some yet undecided name that bears no relation to Sorkin. The only reason my Ipod got named Dana was because I was watching Sports Night at the time. BECAUSE I AM WHOLLY UNORIGINAL. Hm. Must contemplate names.

Okay. This week (and a good deal of last week) has sucked for almost everyone apparently and that's just not on.

*SQUISHES EVERYONE*

Feel better, my friends. Or I'll dropkick the universe. I may do it anyway, because it seems to be in need of some good punting. ♥

Raaah. Fifteen minutes until I can leeeave.

David = Still AWOL.

My writing brain = Still dead.

*facepalms*

It doesn't really help that work is just a bad place for serious writing headspace, so that might be why I'm having so much trouble (but I've written awesome snippets before here- maybe I should just write little ficbits and see if I can expand on them when I get home). I can manage tags okay, but... Writing is not happening and I think part of my problem is also that I have NO IDEAS. I'm trolling prompt comms to see if I can get any inspiration. Thus far it's not really helping.

Although, I officially LOVE sunday_reveries. It operates the same way as justprompts, but it updates every Sunday and the prompts are SO AWESOME. *happyflail* I want to write for them, but... Mrrh. *lesshappyflail*

AUGH. And Gmail joins the "Random sites that are blocked on this computer" so I can't neurotically keep track of my tags, which I was going to catch up on while I have downtime (by the way, if any tag I write randomly sucks, I'm sorry for that). I THINK I may have caught most of them, but I'm not sure and it's bugging me. :\

I got my check a few minutes ago though! I only get to keep $140 of it, but still. It's $140 that I didn't have before.

I wish I had mad filk skills, because I BADLY want to filk "Skid Row (Downtown)" about the Rift from the perspective of the characters who HATE THEIR LIVES. It would be the most adorable thing ever.

Meh. Bored. I'm trying to WRITE, but everything comes out as... Bad. Really bad, which is annoying the crap out of me. -_-

And, once again, I hate this day.

I just spent two hours fighting with a scanner and then drove myself crazy trying to get all the scans into one file and now I'm spazzing, because I had to do this on a computer not hooked up to my email, and David is nowhere to be found and HAT. SO MUCH HAT.

I want to be elsewhere. -_-

(Unrelatedly, I want to know why IRINA DEREVKO has the happiest playlist of all my headvoices... Okay, it's not the happiest, but it's a combination of ridiculous and badass and is thus AWESOME. Oh, Irina.)

Mrrrh. I can't do anything until David gets here, so I guess I'm... Gonna poke at stuff.