I hate computer problems. I mean, they're fun in a way because I get that sense of accomplishment when I fix said problem, but damn, they happen at the most inconvienant of times.
I was going to do some writing this morning, but it's not finding my sd cards-the places where I back up my files.
The good news is it seems to be just the one card. I have other ways to get it to come up on the comp, so I'll just try one of those when I can find the hardware.
So yeah. Problem solved, no real issues, just some wasted time.
Speaking of time wasting things, facebook is evil. Between status shuffle and facestalking people, I waste entirely too much time on there. I should be writing.
I want to be writing. I love the worlds I create in my head, it just takes so damn long to put in words. Dave thinks it's amazing I can write 2500 words in a 3 hour period. I'm amazed that's all I got done. Feels like it should be more.
Another good time waster is the bloggess. She cracks me up on damn near every post. I would love to have a funny blog like that, but frankly, dave doesn't have the sense of humor Victor does. I once put a bra on my head (a-la weird science) and asked Dave to kiss me and he wouldnt do it. He didn't laugh or act horrified. He looked at me like he was disgusted and said no. DISGUSTED! What the hell? That shit's funny and if he put a bra on his head, I'd kiss him!!
So, since I don't have a husband that appreciates the finer points of crazy weirdness, I live vicariously thru the bloggess. PS. I really want a Copernicus
Of course, the last two days I've been kid free and that helps. Especially when you're writing porn stories. Now he's back though and I have a hard time writing words like "clit" with my four year old standing at the door yelling "Hey Mommy"
Ah, nap time, you can't be here soon enough.
