further proof that God hates my guts:
about 30 minutes after i ran that full-system virus scan (which turned up nada) like a responsible human being, my computer crashed and died. apparently a hard-drive failure. data loss won't be crippling, but still sucks, and will set me back months. music collection completely wiped out. i should have backed up more frequently. so all this week has been wasted work-wise while i've sorted this mess out. i had to transfer everything to my gaming laptop.
fuck you lord!
on a brighter note, i finally got an air conditioner that works. on tuesday, during that big heat wave, since i couldn't work because of the computer problems, i figured i'd take care of monthly financial matters early, so i paid a visit to my landlord to pay rent & bitched about the fact that i couldn't run an air conditioner because it kept blowing a fuse in this tenement's crappy electrical system. she said i needed an ac with lower "BTUs." i guess i should have known this. anyway, wednesday it was easily 100 degrees in here, and finally i couldn't take it anymore - like it was seriously getting into possible health problem territory. so i took a $40-dollar cab ride to Target (no such stores in DC) and bought a $78-dollar 5,200-BTU air conditioner, and it actually runs without blowing a fuse! so now i'm sweet-coolin' in an environment that's downright arctic.
also, my new adio shoes arrive today via fedex. so that will be cool.
so i guess overall, life is just so goddamn boring that i just want to hang myself. as i was re-uploading my backed-up photo files, the program was flashing each photo on the screen in the order they were taken. i felt like i was watching a movie of my life, and it didn't even hold my attention. there they were - places i'd been, ex-girlfriends, sex i'd had, so-called "fun times;" flashing across the screen in rapid succession. who gives a rat's ass. it's all so pathetic. people come, people go. things break, things get fixed. fedex packages arrive. it's all so fucking predictable. no one ever says anything interesting. just one long tragi-farcical parade of uninspired venality played out over and over again, generation after generation, like a bad play that never ends. i feel like a visitor on this planet. sentenced to live here by some cruel god in punishment for a crime i committed by accident in another universe. getting drunk and passing out is my only salvation.
about 30 minutes after i ran that full-system virus scan (which turned up nada) like a responsible human being, my computer crashed and died. apparently a hard-drive failure. data loss won't be crippling, but still sucks, and will set me back months. music collection completely wiped out. i should have backed up more frequently. so all this week has been wasted work-wise while i've sorted this mess out. i had to transfer everything to my gaming laptop.
fuck you lord!
on a brighter note, i finally got an air conditioner that works. on tuesday, during that big heat wave, since i couldn't work because of the computer problems, i figured i'd take care of monthly financial matters early, so i paid a visit to my landlord to pay rent & bitched about the fact that i couldn't run an air conditioner because it kept blowing a fuse in this tenement's crappy electrical system. she said i needed an ac with lower "BTUs." i guess i should have known this. anyway, wednesday it was easily 100 degrees in here, and finally i couldn't take it anymore - like it was seriously getting into possible health problem territory. so i took a $40-dollar cab ride to Target (no such stores in DC) and bought a $78-dollar 5,200-BTU air conditioner, and it actually runs without blowing a fuse! so now i'm sweet-coolin' in an environment that's downright arctic.
also, my new adio shoes arrive today via fedex. so that will be cool.
so i guess overall, life is just so goddamn boring that i just want to hang myself. as i was re-uploading my backed-up photo files, the program was flashing each photo on the screen in the order they were taken. i felt like i was watching a movie of my life, and it didn't even hold my attention. there they were - places i'd been, ex-girlfriends, sex i'd had, so-called "fun times;" flashing across the screen in rapid succession. who gives a rat's ass. it's all so pathetic. people come, people go. things break, things get fixed. fedex packages arrive. it's all so fucking predictable. no one ever says anything interesting. just one long tragi-farcical parade of uninspired venality played out over and over again, generation after generation, like a bad play that never ends. i feel like a visitor on this planet. sentenced to live here by some cruel god in punishment for a crime i committed by accident in another universe. getting drunk and passing out is my only salvation.
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don't feel bad. She hates me too.