It’s Sunday night. ConneryBeagle would very much like to be writing a blog. However, I’m in the process of discovering–and admitting–that although tonight–after a week of work–I should have finished my computer restoration process, I’m suddenly beginning from scratch.
Don’t even ask. Let’s just say when it went wrong, it did so at a fundamental level, and really, really fast.
So this is the blog for the day: a mental image of rending of clothing, tearing of hair, smearing of ashes, and generalized sobbing. Soon I think we can add “talking fervently to self in alarming mutters.”
Send chocolate. Send fluffy bunnies. Send a clone or maybe a brain repair kit.
See you on the other side.
More chocolate. And no wind is a good start for the day.
It is claimed that if you have enough magnesium in your diet, you won’t crave chocolate. I say a situation like this calls for 99% cocoa Lindt bars. Several 100 gram ones.
Marilyn, I’m with you!
Patty–it’s gorgeous out! And I’ve missed half the day, because I was up so late with the computer last night. I’m heading out to schmooze briefly with Duncan and assess whether I’ve let it get too hot to take some outdoor time before I hit the computer again…
(And I really do mean HIT…heh heh)
How about some fluffy Monty Python bunnies? Maybe they can terrify the computer into pulling itself together.
Failing that, I concur regarding the chocolate.
This computer has too much attitude to care about even Monty Python bunnies…
I’m upping the ante to a soothing soundtrack. The Black Stallion or Jonathon Livingston Seagull. Yup, that’s the ticket.