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motherFUCKER!
My computer - Mark Pierre - has died. Again. Stupid fucking Compaq laptop with a stupid fucking wonky power source. The last repair held for about six months, but I have a sneaking suspicion that there's only so much soldering they can do on those parts. I know that last time I got it repaired, I decided that the next time it happened, I was just going to have to buy a new computer. Unfortunately, my mp3s and the latest scene of the hockey AU and probably lots of other random bits of data are trapped on Mark Pierre's hard drive, so I suspect that I'm going to have to get the computer repaired anyway (which I think is going to mean taking a sick day Monday, or at least a few hours), and then, given my state of brokeness, I know I'll be tempted to just see how much longer I can make Mark Pierre last, although, really, what with the once- or twice-daily crashes and this, Mark Pierre's reliability is not exactly stellar. So. New-computer-buying time.
But since my computer always manages to die on a Friday evening, and since Dell doesn't ship *that* fast, no matter what I do I'm going to be without my own computer for a few days (though, obviously, since I'm posting this, there are alternatives available right here in my apartment).
All of which is to say, hey, #discourse peeps, I may not be around much this weekend. LJ peeps, likewise - not that I've been a towering presence or anything - and, dammit, I may have to start writing longhand or something if I want to keep up what momentum I have on the hockey AU.
Anyway. I'm going to go eat something now, and then stare at Starsky & Hutch until the tight jeans and cute shoes make me feel better.
But since my computer always manages to die on a Friday evening, and since Dell doesn't ship *that* fast, no matter what I do I'm going to be without my own computer for a few days (though, obviously, since I'm posting this, there are alternatives available right here in my apartment).
All of which is to say, hey, #discourse peeps, I may not be around much this weekend. LJ peeps, likewise - not that I've been a towering presence or anything - and, dammit, I may have to start writing longhand or something if I want to keep up what momentum I have on the hockey AU.
Anyway. I'm going to go eat something now, and then stare at Starsky & Hutch until the tight jeans and cute shoes make me feel better.