Maybe I'm lying, and it's a smidge (which is less than "a grip" and more than "a bit") interesting.
So, I spilled coffee on the keyboard for my laptop. I know. I EFFING KNOW. So, I had to take the keyboard apart, and put it back together, and the keys aren't registering keystrokes, which is kind of a problem for, oh, I don't know, like typing words, or logging into my account (since I have XP, don'tchaknow). Luckily Bryan is brilliant, and plugged a USB keyboard into my laptop, so it overrides the broken ass laptop keyboard. It's magic. I think it came with a unicorn.
Which means I have to send my laptop in to Gateway to fix it. Because no matter what else I may say about this place, if you think I'm letting some redneck yokel who does computer repair out of his trailer touch my laptop, well, you're just crazy, son. Unless Gateway wants to charge me a million dollars because I'm an idiot. In which case, I'll strongly consider the trailer thing.
Being an idiot is not cheap.
And Charlie is getting over being sick, but she's still in that latchy-clingy-screaming-bitchfest-I-don't-want-anyone-besides-Mommy phase. She'll wander away for a second or two, find me a treasure (like a pen or a screwdriver) and leave it at my feet as an offering. She mixes it up by occasionally handing me the item, so we get to play the back and forth game for awhile, until I screw it up by doing, I don't know, something, and she screams her ass off at me, and then insists I hold her for twenty minutes to calm her down again.
I went to the store today and bought material for curtains for the girls' room. I need to work on that, as well as a ton of other projects from my list. Our room mate is actually leaving tomorrow morning, so I think once she's headed out the first thing I will do is move my sewing stuff into that empty room, and try to get my office stuff set up in there. And then maybe sew some stuff. And close and lock the door and hide from Charlie and her incessant screaming.
But! Charlie is signing, finally. She can sign: please, food, juice, and up. Also, she can stick her middle finger up at me and bite me on the shin really hard. I think that's the ASL sign for "Stop whatever the hell it is you're doing and let me hand you this paperclip."
And I think I've figured out what's been triggering my bad mood for the last few days. I think it stems from our room mate leaving. Not because she *wants* to leave, but because she doesn't want to be here. At all. And is so itching to be gone, that I've taken it personally. How could I not?
But I won tonight at Trivial Pursuit, and I only cheated a little. That's better than how I usually play (by cheating a whole, whole lot) so I think I'm either getting better, or I'm remembering the answers to questions we've already had. Either way, I'm still the winner.
Oh! And I need some book recommendations. I'm almost done with the books that my mom let me borrow, so I'm going to need to get some new reading material. Soon. So give me the titles of some good books you've read lately. Or even not-so-lately. Please. Pretty please. With sugar on top. And a screwdriver placed ever so reverently at your feet.