so i’ve been sitting here in my chair at my desk, and my right shoulder’s been all bugged by my bra strap. i can’t seem to get it untwisted, and it’s scratchy and annoying. so, i give up, and retreat to the ladies’ to try and fix whatever its problem is.
well, the problem is that when it was sewn together, they sewed a full twist into the right strap! AAAAAAAHHHHHH. i want to go home and change! this thing is killing me! … in other news, my iPod is wonky but not totally dead (yay!), my tivo has stopped outputting any sound whatsoever (boo), and my printer/scanner got rained on the other day (boo) but still seems to work (yay). my house is a fucking disaster area. i’m actively searching out the paperwork to file for federal relief. i need to post pictures of my awesome new patchwork windows though. HOLY SHIT THIS BRA STRAP IS MAKING ME CRAZY! it’s like a scratchy wool sweater, duct taped to my shoulder blade. michael helpfully suggested i go commando, when i explained why i was twitchy and bouncing around like a hyperactive three year-old. i appreciated the attempt to help, but was skeptical nonetheless. house messy! life busy! CANNOT CONCENTRATE; BRA STRAP FUCKED UP!i was leafing through my books today to see if i have anything i might like to have signed by neil gaiman today, and discovered to my dismay that i seem to have misplaced/lost/forgotten what i did with my stardust graphic novel. it’s not with my neil gaiman hardbacks, nor is it with my other graphic novels. it’s possible that it’s in my comic longboxes, but doubtful as i pulled most of the graphic novels out of there and besides, i don’t think i ever put it in there to begin with; i thought i’d kept it shelved.
grrrrrr.cut because some of the images are excessively large. in a nutshell, my brain is far too full of buffy trivia!
i think my iPod is dead. i was listening to music in the car friday and it wouldn’t play certain songs; it would hang and skip and then move to the next song, where it might do that again. it seemed limited to certain songs so i figured it was bad blocks, but now i plugged it in to the laptop to swap the music before driving home tomorrow, and it’s been displaying the picture that seems to imply it’s checking its disk (a spinning platter with a superimposed magnifying glass; i can only assume that they thought explanatory text would confuse us or something), for like fifteen minutes now.
don’t be dead, poor baby ipod! i love you! i know you’re four years old or something, and nobody uses 5G ipods anymore, but i still love you!i just saw a coors light ad with a jane’s addiction song as feature music.
that is all.
