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8/04/2009

Nothing to see here.

Posted by Gwen |

I'm crabby. I'm tired, I think I have bursitis in my left shoulder (FREAKING OW!) and I want to run away. I want to go somewhere where no one knows who I am and no one who does can find me. Once there, in Nirvana, I want to sit with nothing but the sound of waves in my head, sipping double banana goofy drinks made by a non-English-speaking someone else and reading books. What I don't want to be doing are the twelvety-million things I'm expected to be doing. I'm done. D. U. N. DONE. Happy Sunshine Gwen has left the building. Check back tomorrow.


About ten minutes later . . .

Uh yeah, so I wrote the above under a black cloud of self-indulgence and as soon as I typed the last period of it, I got the blue screen of death. I can't remember which I said first, "FUCK!" or "Perfect." Either way, the BSOD was a false alarm, my mood has improved - terror will give a person some perspective - and now I need to hop over to www.mozy.com and make sure my shit is backed up. (I don't trust my external hard drive; I caught it wearing my panties last Sunday and I still think it slept with my last boyfriend.)

(Also? Just talking about the BSOD makes me all hinky like it should remain unnamed. Shhhhh!)

18 comments:

Suze said...

Yeah, well I had to go to the DMV today. Not only did they wear my panties AND sleep with my last boyfriend, they freakin' laugh when they take my picture.

Gwen said...

Suze: Eating macaroni and cheese out of the pan is also helping, A LOT. I'm just sayin'.

stacy said...

LOVE the name of your blog... brilliant.

Cora said...

It that shall not be named, eh? I've got the Voldemort creeps now.

Soda and Candy said...

You've given me an idea for a post!
Your poor shoulder, I hope it feels better soon.

Whiskeymarie said...

I probably should tell you that (whispering) BSOD sent me some VERY incriminating pictures of you, hoping I'd post them on my blog.

Um...

...sorry. He paid me. You weren't planning on running for office ever, were you?

Son of a Thomas said...

I'm sorry. Here, let me rub your shoulders.

Oh yeah, that hurts don't it.

Sorry.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

SkylersDad said...

I hope your shoulder is doing OK. Since Suze mentioned the DMZ, here is a lip from Big Bang Theory that I watched last night. This lady has the DMV personna down!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibCck2iDOqA

Valerie said...

those damn hard drives. Mine caught a virus once... wouldn't tell me where it got it, but I'm sure it was from too much porn.

Scope said...

You want to go to Branson? I'm confused.

Sass said...

Hey Scope, there are banana drinks in Branson?

Gwen? Let's go to Branson.

I'll pretend I don't know your name.

I'll call you Lady Elaine and you can call me Madame Muffinbutt for all I care.

I'm walking around with a black cloud lately, and I need some sunshine!!!! ;)

BeckEye said...

I may have to check out this mozy thing. I don't know what it is but "backing up" is something I've never done. I know, I know, I'm an idiot. Kind of like how I've never contributed to a 401K yet. Someday I'll be penniless and blogless.

Some Guy said...

I get chills just thinking about the B.S.O.D.

Devin Knighton said...

Gwen, I work at Mozy and can help make sure you get your information back. Shoot me an e-mail - devin@mozy.com.

Devin Knighton
Mozy Inc.
www.mozy.com

Fancy Schmancy said...

Hey, cool, a Mozy guy contacted you. Hope everything turns out okay! xoxo

words...words...words... said...

Can I come be alone with you?

Utah Savage said...

You're very funny, Gwen.

Amanda said...

Ooh the shoulder! Ouchy. Heat/ice/naproxen/doctor.

I'm still in shoulder hell. I see a teeny tiny prick of light at the end of the tunnel.

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