Exhaustion, Tigereye

Long and tiring weekend. Will be still longer as we have another day yet: the death of a hero is mainly celebrated by this nation in being thankful for the day off from work or school.

Tigereye, my faithful laptop, is down. What does this mean? This means that the cord from the transformer, that long-suffering bit of equipment that I battled with in I believe August or so, the battle in ordering the damn replacement part, gave up the ghost the other day, right after talking with former LJ user ras_sinister. (Good conversation, man, if you're reading this. I like thinking, and that's one of the things you do to me, you make sure I use my brain more than I have to with most people.)

The batteries are dead, and there's no way to recharge them until I get another transformer.

SOL, I suppose, until then.

The thing that hurts the very worst, however, is that my novel, which I was finally getting back to working on on a regular basis, is stored on that computer. There is a fairly current backup online, but not with the refinements I've put on it in the past week or two.

Dammit.

I'm going to be pissy until I get that cable, which means I'll have to get a little private time with my phone and the Dell service number. Gods I hate talking to those bastards.

Love & stuff

So what do you do when shit from "past lives" (real, imagined, it doesn't really make much difference when it comes down to it, that it's affecting what's going on now) starts popping up?

Rana's deeply in love with Sabrina, and it's hurting him. He told her he loved her, which upset and scared her.

Meanwhile, Sabrina finally did get a few hours alone with Neighbor, the Oak Prince, and they had fun.

leftovers

Not used to throwing out uneaten scraps on plates.

Used to be, at home, everyone would take care of their own plates, scrape them into the garbage (or, more often, the chicken bin) and toss them in the dish basin themselves.

Here, I find myself picking up the dirty dishes and tossing them in the sink more often than not, after a party.

Odd, that.

Neighbor, the Oak Prince, finds himself more comfortable in this home when it's a little closer to trashed. A Place For Everything And Everything In Its Place makes him very uncomfortable.

What a weekend.

My head hurts.

Random quote from Adelman, on belief in the sciences

"If I plug a rheostat into the wall, and take an ohm-meter and calculate your resistance, and then I get you to hold the two leads, I can calculate how far I blow you across the room. I guarantee I'll make a believer out of you!"

--Professor Adelman, on proving Ohm's Law to a nonbeliever.