Broken car heater in middle of winter. Hard drive crashed and all was unrepairable, lost all passwords and software (luckily I backed up my writing THIS time), new Firefox refused my old passwords (that I had stored in a book), all after spending a week getting used to an alternate computer, have been spending money and time-time-time reinstalling old software... (and there was more of this...)
And this was just the small stuff...
But I woke up this morning and had to watch lovely figure skating. I never watch golf, but I followed ice-skating (which I actually found inspirational) by watching the golf channel. I NEVER watch the golf channel. I don't know why people hit little balls around with metal sticks and everyone is just hush-hush and awestruck.To me, it just seems so odd.(Found out I like Arnold. He hosted. He's really a nice guy.). Still don't like golf though, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.
And THEN: (tada!) I watched the absolutely WORST made-for-tv sci-fi channel movie EVER from start to finish. (Listed it before, but thought it better to remove the title out of courtesy to the screenwriter - but I imagine you get my drift - such movies, though curiously, do seem to be produced.)
But it is the perfect cure, watching from start to finish, (but oh where oh where is my Mystery Science Theatre 3000 when I need it), completely alone and even vulnerable, unable to pull myself away while I subjected myself to an utterly plotless, poorly acted, characterless, B-movie.
It's therapy, my friends.
After that, I KNOW I can write.
(Back to work when Microsoft word finishes updating after 20016 updates from my old version.)
