Had Depeche Mode's "Master and Servant" in my head all day, seeing as the two hard drives have a "master/slave" relationship.
4:40 pm
Well, most of today's gone toward messing around with this PC. I think it's "fixed." Reinstalled Windows XP, full install and not an upgrade, overwriting a bunch of stuff (but not my personal files). Had to reinstall some software I use. Lost Werrrrd, but I think my bro has the disks for that ... don't really need anything else from Office. Performance is much better, definitely. Lengthened the life of this PC; I won't have to get a new one for some time yet. My old hard drive is just sitting there idle, I think. Don't really need it anymore.
Last night I finally made some damn brownies and ate them. That oughtta take care of my craving. They *were* good, admittedly. Next time I'll use a bit less sugar, but hopefully I won't crave any more of those fat pills for another decade.
I'd met a lady briefly at the vet when I picked up Missy after her spay. The lady was in the waiting room with her dog, who I petted while she and I chatted a bit. When Missy was brought out, the lady exclaimed how beautiful she is and all that. Missy is very unusual, a siamese with calico patterning and gorgeous blue eyes. The lady said her daughter was looking for a pet, so I gave her my name and number. Then afterward I thought the better of it. After all, I didn't know her at all, and her poor dog stank--I didn't want to put my hands near my face until after I'd had a chance to wash. Furthermore, she said she has four cats because her daughter keeps acquiring them and later giving them to her. She called today inquiring about Missy, and I hemmed and hawed and told her that I'd decided to keep her. Which I kinda have. Missy used to get on my nerves but lately she hasn't been so pushy and there's a quirky sweetness in her nature.
Found a game for the kitties: rolling and bouncing a rubber ball in the bathtub. When it rolls around those curves it's like those skateboarders in those cement pits, you know what I mean? Anyway, they play soccer. It's great. Funny how much they love the bathtub but throw a hissy fit if I bathe them.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:39 AM
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