I did just about nothing this weekend, and that makes me happy. I mean, the computer is in the next stage of things: it POSTs and wants to boot from the CD drive, which is about right for it at this point in time! I have the UPS plugged in, and I found the outlet to plug it into. I have my happy bouncy ball inflated, although I may still have to find rug for under it. I now have three computers that I can sit down in front of, which is a little excessive, perhaps, but only two of them are technically mine.
There is laundry all over my floor. It is glorious.
I have done my duty as a good volunteer, and steered a hopeful in a good direction to start up. The SHs can take it from there.
I have endured one of the most repellant cold remedies ever. I don't know what's causing it, but I have a clogged-up throat. I craved hot and spicy orange chicken to burn it clean. No such thing was forthcoming, so, with some inspiration from hcolleen, I marched into the kitchen, broke out a shotglass, and shook perhaps a teaspoon or two's worth of Tabasco sauce into it, and took it like a shot. ICK. But it did what it was supposed to, and I was able to swallow for a few hours. I don't want to have to do it again, but it's been established that it works.
Mostly, I just hung about the apartment, read, and loafed. I did get some suggestions tagged, yay, and I monitored the action on that one post, which, yeah, that was a full-time job for a couple hours there. But I prefer to think that I'm just being lazy, because I deserve that.