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I Think I’ll Move To Australia

You have days. Some days are good. Today, not so much.

We went out last night and spent some time with bedlamhouse and ladyat celebrating their daughter’s graduation from Emory University. That was a lot of fun. I even watched a basketball game, something I don’t think I’ve done with any real amount of interest since NC State won the NCAA championship in 1983. Ok, I exaggerate. But not by much. 🙂

This morning, however…

I woke up with a splitting headache. Given that I had exactly one beer last night, I don’t think I can claim it was drinking, though given the huge piece of cake I ate and other sugar-laden things, it’s possible it was blood sugar related. As I type this at nearly 1pm, it’s still not really gone away, though painkillers are helping manage it.

So I got up, grabbed some advil, and then went out to check my e-mail.

And my computer was dead. The button on the front doesn’t respond at all. The fan isn’t turning, though there is a linklight on the NIC, so I’m pretty sure the power supply conked out. Not a huge fix, but annoying. See, for all that I tend to be up early in the morning, I’m not *really* a morning person. I fake it well, as long as I can follow my routines and rituals in the morning, and having those disrupted makes me cranky. I jumped onto Kitanzi‘s computer to quickly check my e-mail and discovered that, from whom I had yesterday ordered an SD card from because they sent me an e-mail quoting a fantastic price (256mb for $40.99 after rebate), had sent me an e-mail cancelling my order because the manufacturer had apparently discontinued the product without their knowledge. This did not add to my happiness level.

So I took a shower and headed into work. While halfway through my morning meeting, I got a call from one of my guys that the Win2000 webserver had died halfway through a reboot and could not be reached remotely. Which meant having to drive over to the data centre to reboot it. So I went and did, and came back, picking up lunch on the way. I’ll probably have to go over there again this afternoon too.

Through all of this, I’ve been scatterbrained and unfocused and feeling just a bit ill.

Not a good day, so far. Hopefully, the afternoon and evening will be better.


The Last Meme Of A Desperate Man…


, please pick up the white courtesy phone…


  1. *hugs Rob ’til he either feels better or has to take a break for the bathroom*

  2. *snugglecuddles* Hope it gets better real quick.

  3. *sends hugs and love*

  4. *snuggles* *hugs* *cuddles*
    Yeah. Days like that … today is one of them. Good thing there’s wonderful people who await us after workday is over 😉
    MORE HUGS!!!

  5. Hopefully there won’t be lima beans for dinner, or kissing on TV…

  6. *snugglehug* sorry it hasn’t gotten any better hon…. hang in there, I guess.

  7. At least when the day starts off crappily, it has a better chance of improving as it goes along!

  8. *hugs* and even more *hugs* -- I know quite a few people who don’t eat lots of sugar get sugar hangovers when they indulge …

  9. I’m sorry your day is being as awful as mine… I was really hoping I was the only one! *hugs*

    At least the userpic should cheer you up 🙂

  10. *hug*!! I hope it gets better :).

  11. I appreciate the hugs from you even when I WASN’T having a bad day like this ICK ICK. I return them…my camera working will cheer you up and make you want to visit me!! (anyone who doesn’t read my journal can make up their own reasons why my camera working would cheer him up 😉 )

  12. *warm gentle feel-better hugs*

    Don’t move to Australia, though. It would be harder to visit you there. 🙂

  13. *no words, just a big hug*

  14. I must be living under a rock to have missed this post! *HUGS* I plead “I fell asleep on the couch at 10:15p last night” which is true, but I still feel like a schmoo. You know, it is ok to call me, too, anytime day or night, if you need to talk *nudge nudge* *hugs and smooches* -H…

  15. Ouch! Sympathies! Consider yourself hugged muchly!

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