Going to crash out very soon. Shutting down computer for the night. Needs to reboot anyway.
I miss Darkside so much. It feels like I'm always lonely, even when I'm with people that I shouldn't be lonely around.
...well, not really. Just moving Enki, who is the internet server for our network, which means
... that somewhere in the whanging around of things, I got something disconnected. Dammit.
Oh, wait, that was the network switch that I unplugged. Wooooops. That was an easy fix, though...
In short, the living room is in the process of rearrangement. Enki has been moved to the dishonoured position of server-sits-on-the-shelf, and Marx's Chronos has taken over Enki's old desk. In the process, stuff was found and grumbles were griped. What's reasonably operational and very clean to one person is grimy and unacceptable to other people...
Result? Instead of grumbling and griping when things are cluttered and dirty, standards will be actually set down as to what, exactly, constitutes "dirty and cluttered" before we blow up the bomb.
Also in the process of moving stuff, I managed to break the sewing desk, which Chronos had been sitting on. This led to a higher amout of yelliness, which resulted in everybody taking a chill break.
Went out shopping to Sam's. Returned, with potato chips for Marx, chocolate chips, summer sausage, plastic baggies, chunky peanut butter (let's only open ONE at a time, this time...) and black shirts.
Black T-shirts, just plain black ones, are some of the most difficult things to come across. I got four. Plus two new tank tops, also black.
I am happy. My new radio works as planned. I bellowed "Goddess bless you, sir!" back at the yelly guy advertising Jesus at the bus stop. I felt I needed to speak up for those of us who wear all black and stars, and represent the non-asshole ones amongst us, as the young punks at the bus stop were hollering imprecations back at the designated spokesman of Christianity for that bus stop.
Now, back at home, I put things away, maybe even do laundry, and am generally happy. Dinner?
Doing laundry. This time, I think I may even be productive and put it away tonight! Or not. But I will endeavor to sort it out into its component elements, that they may be put away as time allows, without having to dig through it all and waste motions.
Shadow: Doing laundry.
yaksha42: I have to do that tomorrow morning
yaksha42: Unless you want to do mine for me ...
Shadow: Ummmm. Riiiiiiiiight.
yaksha42: /me ducks from flying objects
Shadow: You mean the monkeys that are now flying out my butt?