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pseydtonneHow do housewives do it? I've only been on this mini-vacation for half a day and I am bugging out. It's so noisy and quiet at the same time?
I have a task at hand: shove a friend's old computer into a new box, copy the major files, wipe the drive and then reinstall WinXP Pro. Doesn't sound like a lot, right? A few hours of work. Instead, I've had interruptions galore from the outside world. Sunday night I'd assumed I'd be done by Tuesday night. Sunday night itself I got home and collapsed. Monday night there was a surprise going-away party for me (five people) at a pool hall in Derry. Got home at midnight and had to get straight to bed so that I could go to a nutritionist appointment at 9. I got back to my apartment after that and worked on the hardware for an hour. Then I went to work. I got home at 10 and started to stare at my brain.
I couldn't get anything done. My apartment's mess was overwhelming me again. Then I found a message from a dermatologist's office about an appointment which I'd thought had been made obsolete. Bah. Started to feel bummed that there hadn't been a bigger hoo-hah about my leaving Comcast. Paranoia. Blah. So I worked a little while on the remaining hardware issues and went to bed.
This morning I got the machine booted from a CD-ROM. I hit my doctor appointment, ran some other errands and got back to check on file transfers. I've been copying files to a spare hard drive before wiping everything. This takes a while and I'm typing this on my regular desktop. Once this is done, I'll be able to wipe and get the task finished. Whoo, right? Dunno. I have to get this box back to its owner and still try to catch dinner at my cousin's.
It's so much easier with a work schedule. I'll have one again on Monday. I guess I like the constriction. How masochistic of me.
I don't know how to relax. Then again, I don't let myself. Gah. I keep thinking about food. Man, that's annoying. It's almost as annoying as being hung up on sex. Sex, computers and food -- screw it. I'm going to dinner.
-less stress please, Dante
I have a task at hand: shove a friend's old computer into a new box, copy the major files, wipe the drive and then reinstall WinXP Pro. Doesn't sound like a lot, right? A few hours of work. Instead, I've had interruptions galore from the outside world. Sunday night I'd assumed I'd be done by Tuesday night. Sunday night itself I got home and collapsed. Monday night there was a surprise going-away party for me (five people) at a pool hall in Derry. Got home at midnight and had to get straight to bed so that I could go to a nutritionist appointment at 9. I got back to my apartment after that and worked on the hardware for an hour. Then I went to work. I got home at 10 and started to stare at my brain.
I couldn't get anything done. My apartment's mess was overwhelming me again. Then I found a message from a dermatologist's office about an appointment which I'd thought had been made obsolete. Bah. Started to feel bummed that there hadn't been a bigger hoo-hah about my leaving Comcast. Paranoia. Blah. So I worked a little while on the remaining hardware issues and went to bed.
This morning I got the machine booted from a CD-ROM. I hit my doctor appointment, ran some other errands and got back to check on file transfers. I've been copying files to a spare hard drive before wiping everything. This takes a while and I'm typing this on my regular desktop. Once this is done, I'll be able to wipe and get the task finished. Whoo, right? Dunno. I have to get this box back to its owner and still try to catch dinner at my cousin's.
It's so much easier with a work schedule. I'll have one again on Monday. I guess I like the constriction. How masochistic of me.
I don't know how to relax. Then again, I don't let myself. Gah. I keep thinking about food. Man, that's annoying. It's almost as annoying as being hung up on sex. Sex, computers and food -- screw it. I'm going to dinner.
-less stress please, Dante
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