February 12th, 2004

ENG - Chicha... unimpressed by Fritters

I Am In Hell

I can handle the constant taste of concrete dust.

I can handle my house being a huge fu**ing mess.

I can handle strange men waltzing through with their buttcracks showing and the constant noise and the trouble breathing and the coughing and the muscle aches from all the stress.

What I can't handle is that since I turned off my computer and then they jackhammered 6 feet away from it, something seems to have "gone" and now it won't turn on.

Ask postrophe, if I'm not actively eating at the dinner table or watching a movie, I'm in front of the computer. I'm in front of my computer approx. 85-95% of the time I'm awake. I eat my breakfast and lunch there, I watch tv from there.

And now it's dead.

I can't afford to fix it. I don't even know what the problem is. We've tried taking it apart to see if anything was obviously broken or needed re-seating and nothing. Nada. And we have no idea if the management company will pay to get it fixed. And as it is, my whole lifestyle is fu**ed by this, I CAN'T use Martin's computer instead, not more than an hour a day, it's mouse doesn't work for me and it's EXTREMELY frustrating and the location Martin likes it in and the chair here make my back hurt after a short period of time.

I am going nucking futs.

Off to drink till I don't feel! Ta!


Update: Two Hours Later...

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