I’m so disappointed with my laptop. It needs time out, or a serious chuck out the window. The keyboard decided to quit working tonight, but just in sections: G, H, punctuation, Delete, and Backspace. But, of course, once I went all the way downstairs to get the spare mini keyboard, brought it all the way upstairs and hooked it up, the laptop miraculously decided to work again. Stupid thing. I’m going to move all of my files off of it and kiss it goodbye. Anyone want to buy a piece of crap? Most of the parts are still usable, I just don’t have the money to have it fixed up. Make an offer, I’m open.
I didn’t really do anything today, either. I felt too sick again. I think something specific is wrong with me, but I don’t want to get into that or I’ll have to change the name of my blog to “Heather’s Daily Pain Journal.” So, since I’ve been sick for a while, take it as a given that any given day is probably spent in pain, until I say othewise. Okay? Good, no more mention of that, then.
One short story, then I’m going to try and get some sleep. I’m dead tired – I couldn’t get to sleep until 4am yesterday. So, after dinner tonight everyone wanted to play a game but I was so not intelligent enough to be competitive at a serious card game. I asked what else we had around, and jokingly my Mom mentioned the old Star Trek game we got a loooong time ago. I said, “Great! Pull it out!”
Steve and I set it up, and much to our surprise all of the character pieces had been played with…except poor Will Riker. Hehe, his little card was still perfect, uncreased, and he was sitting in that cardboard box like a long-lost puppy who just wants someone to send him around a galaxy. (I think that stopped making sense a long time ago.)
Anyway, I was trusty Captain Picard, leading my mission to collect as many little Treaty Symbols as possible as I moved around the universe. Man was that game stupid! But I was the Master of Stupid today, and proud of it! Jean Luc and I went on to claim the victory with 16 treaties! Woohoo! I felt so much better after that than if I had lost miserably at Pinochle. And it was loads of fun to set up the game with Steve, laughing at just how inane it was.
I think that story could have been a lot more entertaining if it weren’t so late at night and I were a little mroe awake. Oh well, deal with it. 🙂 Make up your own funny anecdotes to go along with that game of Star Trek. Heck, send them in if you so desire. The best story will be published here and… you’ll get a cookie. Remember, write it as if I were writing it, that way I can repost it and steal all the credit. 🙂 Mwahahaha.
Whoops, we all know what that means. When the evil laugh comes out it means I’ve finally fallen over that edge on which I was teetering, and have plunged into the gorge of sleep-deprived insanity. Time for sleep, before it’s too late.
(Or was it already too late?)