HAhahahahaha… ha ha he he he… whew… ha… I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. I had to do something to relieve all the freaking tension and unhappiness around here. OK, in all fairness, it’s just me that tense and stressed, the kids seem fine. I mean, with all the chasing of poultry and holding of hens, they are super happy. It’s me that’s in a funk.
My super awesome techie guy brought back old Bessie and took the super computer (the one he built in 30 minutes? yeah, that one) Old Bessie had been to visit the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and her little chippy brain had been wiped. Only not- seems, much like Kate, there were bits and pieces of tiny little memories, and they would pop up at inopportune times- like, say, when I was trying to print an invoice, or some other unimportant thing.
In tears on the phone with Wonder Techie, he walks me through dowloading a patch and voila, Bessie can think in a straight line again. Which is good, because I sure can’t. Also, with Bessie’s new lack of memory, all my programs are gone. No Word. No Quickbooks. I have my old files on a drive the size of my little finger, but no programs to run them on. Why? Oh well, you’re going to see what a genius I am- because I didn’t know those little disks were important, and I think I threw them away. Oh yes, you read that right. I’m not a keeper, and I tossed them. Oh yeah. You packrats can lord it over me now.
Bessie can hobble along for a little while, but the truth is, I have to buy a new computer.
And that makes my stomach turn a flop and I feel like I’m going to barf. Because honesty, a newly single parent, getting no child-support, no alimony, barely scraping by (not even that yet, to be perfectly honest) and I have to find the cash for a computer? Oh hell.
Otherwise everything is great! Awesome! Fantastic. Couldn’t be better. Really. No, seriously. It’s super. I’m fine…