September 22nd, 2005


Falling apart

Had the day off sick. Something about waking up, vomiting, getting dressed, vomiting, sitting down and realising that my legs aren't going to work right told me that it might be a good idea to go back to bed. This means tomorrow is going to be painful.

Assembled the £400 of tax-deductible computer hardware that arrived Tuesday, only to find that something's wrong. Probably the motherboard. There are words, but I'm trying hard not to use them right now. Power works, drives spin up, but no system beep and no video out. No output beyond the sound of spinning fans and disks. Which puts me in a fucking marvellous mood, I must admit. Haven't reassembled the old parts yet.

This on top of everything else. Fuck.