It’s flipping freezing in this house this morning, which I had extra time to appreciate because for some reason I woke up around a quarter to seven and at 5 after determined I really probably wasn’t going back to sleep, so I might as well get up. Sigh. Anyway, as far as I can tell the pressure’s gone off on the boiler again, and I’m not actually sure how to fix it, so I’m waiting for Ted to get up (which I hear him doing now) to turn the damned…
Author: mizkit
Computers
We are not having especially good luck with computers in this house. I don’t want to turn my new one on until I’ve got a heavy-duty surge protector, which I keep forgetting to buy, and today the power button on Ted’s computer, which had been broken before, ceased to work entirely. The piece can be replaced, but whether we can find a replacement remains to be seen. *headdesk* I keep forgetting to mention that I actually *have* been practicing my tin whistle! It sounds more like music if I cheat…
my life…
My life is a series of ongoing Thinks To Do lists, apparently. Though at some point here it seems like I ought to reach a tipping point and should stop needing to make them because I’ll have the bulk of the work done and it’ll just be lightness and puppies and flowers from there on out. – write 1000 words – respond to some artists – get FTP stuff set up & email the team with those details – see if K8 wants to go listen to trad music on…
well…
Got some of what I said I’d do done. Did the beatsheet, which is nice, and went to the gym, which I really needed to do. I got 400 words written, which, the mathematicians amongst you may notice, is not actually the same as one thousand. But I also got stuff off to the artist for issue #6, and… Man, I’ve still got a lot to do. *headdesk* Oh, but on the cool up side, I got French language copies of COYOTE DREAMS today! It’s called A la porte des…
it’s monday?
It’s Monday, and I am deeply confused by that. Partly ’cause Ted took yesterday off, partly ’cause the US is on holiday today, and partly ’cause it’s hard to tell what day of the week it is anyway. I need to go write, but I’m all feeling like, hey, I’m having a weekend! Yay me! No work for me! But, well, we all know that won’t do, will it. Yesterday was an absolutely lovely day (except for the hour spent stomping around Cork trying to find coconut). The red beans…