| Current mood: |  aggravated |
f*cking technology
first the downstairs computer died. one night Anand turned it off, and it never turned back on. I hated that computer from day one. I had wanted a laptop a few years ago and instead Anand brought home this hulking beast of a machine that tied me to the downstairs. over time it became buggy and slow and crashed and froze and generally caused problems. so now that PC of sh*t has been disassembled and is cluttering up my office floor for the last week while Anand tries different ways of reviving it. i would like to just put it in the recycle bin and never see that PC of sh*t again. and now, to make matters worse, the printer has apparently died, or at the very least, has emphysema. it makes a horrible wheezing sound when i turn it on. ugh. soooo annoying. so now i can't ship my orders, and the mess in my office is annoying me. now i know why Jules told me that OCD can lead to serial killing. that mess makes me want to kill something. haha. well, i guess i'm going to go occupy myself with cleaning out underneath the bed. i'm sure there are a lot of allergens under there, ha ha.
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