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--not necessarily in that order, but in great quantity.
Me + tea = love/hate relationship. I'm either chain-drinking it, or putting my foot in it (literally - just ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gambling_pirate). Or, in the case of last night, dumping a splash of it (with the diameter of a largish golf ball) onto the keyboard of my laptop.
And so I am ambivalent to inform you that, after much with the freaking and the wailing and gnashing of teeth (mme_of_achilles, you're an angel for helping me through it), my darling baby is dry and functioning - to the best of my knowledge - except for a rogue shift key which through its obstinate presence will not have me log in. At least it boots, so I can get my stuff off the HD if worse comes to worse.
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The Jane Austen Royal Navy lecture went well, and I thankelessil and tiggothy for their pictorial assistance. I split up the color images between the girls (thus fulfilling as it was said: "They shall divide my Printouts between them; and for Kennedy they shall draw lots" -- or something) and made my prof promise to read O'Brian over the summer. Barring any further computer ordeals, I hope to have a corresponding picspam up by the end of the night.
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Mum got her job! I should have reacted more lovingly when she told me this morning, but I'd fallen asleep on the couch after being on the phone 'till past 3 in the morning and was furious with myself to find that it was past 6 already, because I had to print and caption the picture handouts. But she was understanding, and we had German Chocolate Cake for breakfast, and we're buying Finding Neverland tonight to celebrate! Because now we have full health benefits and possibly even enough income to bump us above the poverty line.
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And now my Bear Latte calls to me and my minor amounts of discretion tell me to stfu, so I leave you to your regularly scheduled day sans my babbling.
Me + tea = love/hate relationship. I'm either chain-drinking it, or putting my foot in it (literally - just ask
gambling_pirate). Or, in the case of last night, dumping a splash of it (with the diameter of a largish golf ball) onto the keyboard of my laptop.And so I am ambivalent to inform you that, after much with the freaking and the wailing and gnashing of teeth (
mme_of_achilles, you're an angel for helping me through it), my darling baby is dry and functioning - to the best of my knowledge - except for a rogue shift key which through its obstinate presence will not have me log in. At least it boots, so I can get my stuff off the HD if worse comes to worse.-----
The Jane Austen Royal Navy lecture went well, and I thank
elessil and tiggothy for their pictorial assistance. I split up the color images between the girls (thus fulfilling as it was said: "They shall divide my Printouts between them; and for Kennedy they shall draw lots" -- or something) and made my prof promise to read O'Brian over the summer. Barring any further computer ordeals, I hope to have a corresponding picspam up by the end of the night.-----
Mum got her job! I should have reacted more lovingly when she told me this morning, but I'd fallen asleep on the couch after being on the phone 'till past 3 in the morning and was furious with myself to find that it was past 6 already, because I had to print and caption the picture handouts. But she was understanding, and we had German Chocolate Cake for breakfast, and we're buying Finding Neverland tonight to celebrate! Because now we have full health benefits and possibly even enough income to bump us above the poverty line.
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And now my Bear Latte calls to me and my minor amounts of discretion tell me to stfu, so I leave you to your regularly scheduled day sans my babbling.
