Yesterday, I was woken up by a gust of wind.

Let me clarify that statement. A huge gust of wind blew against the windowpane above my head, which made the bad kitty that was sitting on the sill ( Baldrick, actually) leap down hard on my back which made me open my eyes which made the duvet rub across my EYEBALL which really quite totally woke me up.

So it's like I said, yesterday, I was woken up by a gust of wind.

And last night I went straight to hell in a handbasket.

I decided that I'd put it off long enough, and I really should install the RAM and modem that I got for Xmas, so I pried off the cover (took about half an hour--that thing was on GOOD) and even though the instructions were written in some version of English of which I was not previously aware, I snapped in the modem and the RAM, and I thought, "Jeez, this isn't so hard."

Talk about speaking too soon!

I blithely put the cover back on, plugged everything back in, turned it on, and it said to me, "There's a problem with the motherboard. And you don't seem to have a mouse." I said "The what?" and "I do too, it's right here!" But my computer refused to see reason, and I couldn't reach tech support even when the phone was working (wind storm), so I bundled it up and took it to work with me this morning and handed it to Jim and wept:

"Please fix my baby!"

So, if there are no updates this weekend, you'll all know why...

There is a woman in my office with a crush on me and she's really getting on my nerves.
I don't know if she wants to sleep with me or maybe it's the kind of crush where you just REALLY REALLY want to be their friend or what, but I'm starting to feel stalked.
She's always saying hello to me and touching me and asking me what I'm doing this weekend and commenting on what I'm wearing, and it really looks like nothing written down, but she gives me the creeps.

And it's not because she's a girl, either, it's just like, you know when someone who you don't want to be best friends with wants to be best friends with you and they're always talking about you and hanging all over you and following you and doing what you do and stuff and it just gets really annoying?

Well, it's like that.

I don't understand why people don't like doing things by themselves.
I remember seeing a TV show or something (thirtysomething? Yes, it was thirtysomething.) where Nancy's mother told her that she had seen a matinee the day before, and Nancy said, kind of horrified, "You went to the movies by yourself? On a weekday? In the DAYTIME?" Like it was the saddest, more pathetic, loneliest thing ever.

My idea of heaven, actually.

Look what I got!
Happy birthday, Elly!

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