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...