First.

Well, my scheduling is driving me nuts. Paranoia, sudden distrust of spermicide, and a wacked hormonal schedule, plus Votania's worst-case-scenario planning habits had the household in a state of uproar last night. I'm only a week late, which is in my range of normal (which itself includes up to a month late for no particular reason, especially if I've been under any sort of illness/stress, dating back to even before I was sexually active), but somehow under Votania's household administration, worst-case-scenario usually involves panic on my part.

Adam is not very awake to subtle verbal hints, such as "I'm late." He had to be hammered over the head with the clue stick.

Called Darkside and stressed at him. He reacted to my panic exactly correctly, when he finally did get home from work and called back.

Since I'd been dehydrated all day without even realizing it, I had to wait quite some time before being able to take the piss test, even after three large glasses of apple juice.

Negative.

Bitchy Witchy Week should proceed as scheduled, any time now. Please. I'm waiting...

Server.

Glah. In addition to the stressing about potential pregnancy last night, I retyped my resume, because I have the haunting feeling that my job with Research International isn't going to be lasting much longer.

In the search for an empty plug to shove the lamp into, since Nephew was sick and the overhead light hurt his eyes, and the monitor light was hurting my eyes without other lighting, I managed to knock the plug for the power strip supplying the internet server on the home network out of the outlet. Woops. The thing crashed so badly the computer wouldn't even send to the monitor for four turn-on tries out of five, and then hung at the "is booting up" screen, the one with the clouds, and refused to budge. Adam started it in safe mode when he returned, and it hung at the Windows Is Booting Up screen.

After he recovered somewhat from the other drama, he decided to tear the network apart to fix things, and eventually wound up in bed at 3:33 am. (I checked the clock when he eased the door open and woke me up.)

Damn, but that's a bad crash.

Upgrades...

DeVry looks to be installing new stuff. All the security cameras have been taped up, there are new computer projectors in some of the labs, with new screens. I could apply for a computer lab guy job here at DeVry, in fact, because my GPA does not suck monkey nuts; it's still a 3.02... and I'm responsible and reliable.

Open up the fucking doorway. I need to get a move on.

Yow, this sucks.

Trying to work on my resume. Failing miserably because of problems with Word on this computer. Perhaps I'll try a different computer. It refuses to save. Damn. Fortunately, I had it saved in Notepad originally. Word was a good little program and took my html formatting of my resume and applied it. Whee! happy. Notepad saves just fine.

Darkside has an hour off next hour, and I intend to hang out with him. He mentions that Professor Sheldon assigns nasty and evil projects that are one step down from the senior project in difficulty. He feels sorry for me, he said, while snickering.

Evidently he's had Sheldon before.

I suppose I need to make myself a schedule for the household again. Every semester, I post the schedules of everyone who's got a regular schedule on the freezer door, ensuring that everyone who's at that eye level will be able to see who's doing what where when. The "why" is left up to the creativity of the user.

Damn. If I had a car, I could be making $13 an hour, starting, with my current customer service experience.

Darkside was right about Java with Benes.

Rockabye, Looney, in back of the class
If you sleep through this, you never will pass.
If you snore loudly, the teacher will yell
Or if he doesn't, you will wake at the bell.

Darkside was so right. He's got a way of falling asleep in class, and it seems that I have picked up on it as well.

Today is not looking to be such a good day for the coherency thing, but strangely, I'm feeling sharper, more alert in my mind, than I have for quite a while. Still gently depressed, mostly around Darkside.