
So, yeah. For those who didn't check out my voice post earlier, I will be without a computer for the foreseeable future.
I went to restart the netbook earlier today after dealing with virus issues and got the blue screen of death. So after an hour on the phone with tech support -- I went through four useless guys before they finally put a woman on the phone who knew her shit and knew it well, which was kinda awesome -- we figured out that the easiest thing for all involved (i.e., me and Dell) would be for me to send in the netbook and they'll replace my hard drive, since it's still under warranty, I don't trust myself to swap it out for a new one, and I don't have an external drive to restore the system with.
The only computer I have left to use is the other laptop -- you know, the one with no working USB ports, no working CD drive, no working wireless or ethernet connection. So I can neither go on the internet to get my files nor upload them myself from a CD or flash drive. Basically, it's a very heavy Minesweeper game that I can also watch Lost In Austen on, since I believe that's the only video left on there.
You know it's bad when I dug out the AlphaSmart with the sticky keys to type on. I haven't used that thing in AGES, but I'll say one thing for it -- the batteries still work. Heh.
In other words, I'm going to be without computer access at my house for at least a week, if not longer. HOLD ME.
Granted, I'm not going to be completely without the internet, since I can always come up to my parents's house and hog my mom's computer for a while, but the fact remains that my poor baby has to take a trip and have brain surgery (awww) and while it's gone I'm going to have to write stuff. With a PEN. On PAPER. (The good news is that I'm not losing much when it comes to my story files, just a couple thousand words on Heroine Addiction and a few edited chapters of GPW I can always edit again. Writer's block comes in handy for a change, I suppose. *sigh*)
Ugh. Such a crappy week, I swear to God. I should have known something awful was going to happen when I opened my fortune cookie yesterday and it said, "Your luck's about to change." Or when I woke up this morning and Jess texted me to tell me she won $250 at the casino. One of us usually gets lucky right about the time the other gets screwed by life, so I shouldn't have been the least bit surprised when the blue screen of death popped up.
Dear Lucifer ... you can send ME gift baskets full of chocolate oranges. I wouldn't mind! And I don't even LIKE chocolate oranges. I just need a pick-me-up.
Damn it, I finally get a job where I can write while I'm working and my computer goes kerflooey. *pouts*