Crapola

So I was hoping I'd get a call from that techie guy today saying that my laptop was all fixed and I could come get it. Nope. So I called them. While the nice secretary continued to be nice to me, I did get the feeling that I was "bothering" the guy with my request for information about my little laptop that I so desperately want to get fixed. Gee, sorry to trouble you with a simple question, dude. It isn't like the item is IMPORTANT to me or anything.

Anyway, the news isn't great. They apparently have to have some part shipped in or whatever (I missed the first part of what she said because I didn't realize she was talking to me instead of him), and it'll be Tuesday or Wednesday when they call me back about it. Gah! Not until then? That blows. And who even knows if it'll be ready then even, or if they'll then need to keep it additional days to actually fix the problem. Suffice to say, I am unhappy.

I want to work on the stuff that's in there *so bad* that it hurts. There is stuff I can still do, of course, and this weekend I am bound and determined to get something done in oldschool notebook style, because no goddam setback is going to derail my march towards completion of this book, even if I have to put myself up for a human sacrifice to accomplish it. I have to hack out the new Chapter 17 anyway, so this is as good a time as anyway.

Even so....



Yeah. Pretty much.