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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Pea sprouts

Writing: AETW

I'm at JiffyLube getting the oil changed in my car. Let's see if I can get a little writing done while I wait. :-)

Well, I did get a little bit written on AETW, despite distractions from the "breaking news" on the TV in the waiting room--showing a variety of private planes landing at the Santa Barbara airport, because Michael Jackson might be on one of them. That's not breaking news, folks. That's just boring.

I forgot to mention! I found the coolest office supply: a mouse pad that's also a pad of grid paper that you can write on. And they were on sale, too. Hee hee.

Oh hell. Apparently the computer problem is hardware. As in, the drive is fucked. As in, it'll have to be sent to a disk recovery service just to get the info off of it. And I realised I can't call Ken, because our home phone doesn't have long distance and my cell phone isn't set up for international calls.

Cat kindly set up her computer so I could access the Internet, so I was able to send Ken an e-mail. I have a tentative plan of attack re: the computer, but I need his feedback. I've always been Software Woman, whereas he's Hardware Man.

My friend Matt is willing to come and hold my hand during software reinstallation, which is extremely kind of him.

Meanwhile, I made a Viking apron dress today (just needs straps), and did beadwork, and cut out a new Italian Ren pattern. And I organised all of my magazines into new boxes. So stuff is getting done.

Cat and I had a lovely evening, at one point nearly collapsing in tears of hysterical mirth. :-) We were looking in the refrigerator at the time. It had something to do with pea sprouts...

The computer thing stressed me out enough that I resorted to wearing comfort clothes: Ken's flannel jammies...


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