10:32 a.m.||||2002-09-01
We're smack dab in the middle of moving, which, if you've ever done it, sucks bigtime. I hate my stuff, I hate our stuff, and mainly, I just hate stuff.
The box which held my computer guts/brains/irretrievable_data, fell apart halfway down the stairs yesterday - the bottom popped open and the computer rolled/toppled two stairs before cartwheeling onto the pillows which were packed with it. It fell hard enough to bump open its casing on the side - and I thought Dave had fallen down the stairs, when I heard it go (he was carrying it).
I thought for sure it had been destroyed and as soon as we got it here I hooked it back up and had a false alarm and thought it was broken then hooked it up correctly and found that it is fine.
My first instinct was that if my class is cancelled twice followed by my computer meeting an untimely and tragic early death, then God must really be giving me the message as to what He thinks about this web crap.
Oi vay.
So, just feeling nostalgic for the last time I sat in this chair, typing an entry - sigh, Dave's moms.
later