I have to admit it: I hate Microsoft today. After dealing with Vista's temperamental attitude for a year and a half, I finally lost patience with it and asked Kris, who's brilliant with computers, to revamp my system with Windows Server 2003, which he assured me would work perfectly.
After 14 combined hours of screaming at it, the computer is working fairly well in general but the audio has gone all nonexistent and we don't know why. Kris finally gave up on it-he's sick with a cold and needs his rest after swearing at my desktop all afternoon. So I just shut it down for now. Let the monster in the corner sleep until we're ready to deal with its psychological problems again...
So with my desktop out of commission, the laptop has become my primary computer until the other one starts behaving itself.
I felt a little worse today-had some really nasty twinges mid-afternoon, but now I'm just drained and tired (probably from watching Kris bang away on the desktop with a fury and not get anywhere) and think I'm going to make it an early night.
Nothing really on Who today-ridiculous rumors are flying that I won't even put down here. I won't give them credibility they don't deserve. Tabloid fodder.
Of course, the powers that be have to keep their collective mouths shut for another 5 days. How lovely a torture that would be-to know everything and not be able to spill a single bean...
I'm sure David Tennant is in Stratford right now, hopping online in the middle of the night to read these ludicrous stories and laughing fit to burst. Probably sending text messages to Davies saying 'Can you believe this one?'
It'll probably be Monday of next week before we all get some relief, possibly in the form of a lovely signed 3 year contract with the BBC by a certain handsome Scot in his late 30's? One can only hope...
Ta,
Bec
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