On Tuesday night I opened a Calistoga in the vicinity of my laptop and there was a bit of splash-splash. I mopped things up as best I could, and everything seemed to be ok, but sometime in the next hour or so my "N" stopped working. I called tech support, and they talked me through the absolutly nerve-wracking experience of taking Romeo apart and trying to look for moisture and swab around the area etc etc. NOTHING. NADA. NO N. N, it turns out is a very important letter.
The one good thing they were able to so was show me an on-screen keyboard so I can get an N when I need it in the short term.
Naturally my computer is ancient and way out of warranty. Of course I have a perfectly good remote keyboard....EXCEPT that after years of saying I couldn't work with the laptop keyboard, I finally got used to the laptop keyboard and the touchpad mouse since the remote mouse was fucked up. Then I very brilliantly uninstalled the software for the remote because I could never possibly need it again and I was a being a greedy, greedy little girl who wanted to eat more candy. In other words more download space. Did I mention that I have NO CLUE where the disk is with the software for the remote keyboard and I probably tossed it years ago?
Sit-com or soap-opera, you tell me?
This morning I have tracked down a friendly-sounding, somewhat close to my office, computer repair guy who is going to order me a new keyboard and give my baby a tune up. Hopefully this whole mess will be fixed up by the weekend.
Of course April is supposed to be "Work On The Novel Everyday" month. So for Day 1, that meant the notebook again. Which I'm afraid to take out of the house given my recent ability to lose them.
So much GRRRRRRRR, I can't even tell you.
When I told hubby about the 15% pay cut, he said he didn't think I'd even notice it that much. DUDE!!!????? 15%? I think I'll notice.
Still trying to decide if this means it's time to let go of the gym membership. With the bum arm, right now I'm only using it for the treadmill. Do I have the discipline to get up and walk to work three times a week instead of sleeping in until the last minute and taking BART? I honestly don't know.
Am I willing to give up Goddess Nail? Probably not.
Thank god I did the Squeeeeee Odyssey before this happened and that I was as repulsed by John's Ego-Fest as I was. Can you imagine if I'd committed myself to what would probably amount to a 1000.00 trip after hotel/air were added as well. That would be fucked up.
Hello to my friends in the UK. How is our President playing over there? What kind of coverage is he getting? And are he and Michelle giants or is the Queen just really, really tiny? Man, they were TOWERING over her.