August 12, 2003 :: 1:11 a.m.
a letter to my dear computer
Dear Computer,I hate you. And you're obviously harboring a great dislike for me as well, considering that you've managed to turn what should have been a leisurely day of art stuffs and Morrowind into a brain-piercing horror the likes of which this world has never seen. Perhaps I've offended you in some way, or maybe you feel cramped and cranky due to your steadily decreasing free space. Well. If I hadn't spent the last FOURTEEN HOURS completing a project that should have taken about two, I might just care. As it stands, however, I do not. So here's the deal, you steaming pile of excrement; take it or I'll smash your sensitive bits in with a baseball bat and then roast marshmallows over your flaming remains.
Stop freezing up while I am doing important things that take a very long time to recreate. Also, don't do that thing you did in Illustrator tonight anymore. You know what thing I'm talking about. I hit save, you smile and nod, I try to open my damn file and instead receive a smug notice telling me that my many hours of finger-cramping labor have been destroyed for no reason whosoever. That is just so incredibly not okay that I don't quite know how to put it into words.
Simple things, really. Do them again and you'll be taking a scenic trip to the bottom of the Susquehanna.
Yours Very Seriously Serious About This,
Amanda
Ahem. Today? Rather blew. I have an interview at the vet clinic on Wednesday, but other than that nothing spectacular happened. I have no money, no chocolate, and no means of addressing Amanda's birthday package. I am now going to go sit on my bed and pack up the goodies I made for said birthday girl while finishing off Season Four of Buffy. Then I am going to sleep, at best to dream about things that don't involve the people I love dying or betraying me, and at least to temporarily forget about the heinous crimes that have been committed against me by my supposedly loyal home computer. A nice dream where I get to be thin and pretty and fly over a big splashy body of water and then repeatedly open my magic wallet in a cozy yet spacious store full of gorgeous yarn before flying home to the little A-frame house that I share with Adam would be wonderful.
Wish me good dreams and a little tree that sprouts calorie-free chocolate yummy things.
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