pseydtonne | All sorts of sadness for kitties I know (Reply)

It's been a heavy week:

I've had a monster cold -- first it was a sore throat and post-nasal drip, but then it slammed into stuffed sinuses, lungs full of phlegm, and Eustachian tubes having a party. I took Wednesday off from work and also veged plenty on my day off (Thursday). I feel a lot better now and I've worked wicked hard to catch up at work.
Maggie and I (Maggie, really) were taking care of my coworker's cats while he and his wife were away at Pennsic. One of the cats died.
Last night my cousin called me all sorts of hyped up about wanting to go to the MIT Flea to get stuff. I wasn't too keen on it because I need bookcases right now -- I have nowhere to put the stuff I already own. But hey, it's my cousin so I went to bed early and prepared for a heavy morning. Then my cousin called around 3 AM crying -- her oldest cat had died in the night.

What can just one goof do about kitties reaching Nirvana? Oh yes, both were mature kitties but it's still sad. I tried to write some stuff last night but I wound up deleting it. Speaking of which:

I guess I really corrupted the data on my main Linux machine. It was trying to download the mail when Evolution hung. I went looking at processes and found X was bloated -- what, from just being on for a few days? I can't recall whether I shut down properly, but I don't think I did. Now I'm getting mega error messages about nonrecoverable inodes and error status 59 and all sorts of scary hard drive messages. The drive itself is fine -- the Win98 side works without a problem. I need someone to help me recover my work, then I'll reinstall from scratch.
It turns out even Windows XP Home Edition is beyond my grasp. I went to my boss's cousin's house to fix a "browser problem." It turns out XP Home does not allow you to uninstall Internet Explorer, even when you think you have. I worked for five hours and still couldn't solve the problem. That's a lousy OS, man.

Any bored geeks in the house? I could use coaching.

Maggie and I need to get a bookshelf -- a big one. Where to go...

-the tiny problems of my tiny mind, Dante