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I think my touchpad is less screwy now! (Although. Still screwy.)

Which stands to reason, since I just bought a wireless mouse.

Well, at least I have the mouse now, just in case my baby decides to go to hell again. 'S always good to be prepared and all that.

Main problem here being that I am really, really used to using a touchpad.

Also, I am scarce because my timezone changed and because I'm only on my computer a fraction of the time I am at Tulane. Dust 8 is...in progress. Yuletide story is written and uploaded.

Man, I forgot that mice click. Boy, that's annoying.

ETA: Man, I didn't realize how often I used keyboard shortcuts until I'm also using a mouse at the same time. I'm currently using this weird combo of mouse, touchpad, and keyboard, which is...interesting, to say the least.

In other news, I have this mad desire to rewatch all of LotR before I go back to New Orleans. I have high hopes that this will result in me finally writing the sequel to "Ere Yet We Loose the Legions." *hums*

*twitches*

I want to read fic, and I want to read a very specific type of fic...and I have no idea what that happens to be.

Man, being back in Washington is killing my writing mojo. And the following things are not helping: my teeth, my touchpad, the mouse, the fact that it is still freezingohmygod, the fact that I cannot go anywhere, the fact that I'm not entirely sure where this chapter is going, except I am relatively certain that Susan is not going to be doing any knife-fighting at the moment after all, the fact that the only warm room in the house is the library in the evenings except for the fact that every time I'm in there I'm watching Friday Night Lights with my mom, and I can't quite multi-task well enough to type and watch it at the same time (handwrite, yes; type, no) and did I mention the mouse situation?

Dell. So getting a weepy phone call from me. Except I can't take the time to send my laptop in to get fixed if that's what's needed; I need it to work now, and I am a college student! I need it all the time! And I have this sneaking suspicion that the holiday season is not really the best time ever to get something repaired if it needs it (PLEASE DO NOT NEED IT. PLEASE LET ME HAVE TO, LIKE, LIGHT CANDLES TO ATHENA OR SACRIFICE A GOAT OR SOMETHING).

Also, I have this crazy theory that the touchpad problem can be blamed on the cold, which I know is patently ridiculous, except, well, my laptop was fine up until we got to Ellensburg, and the touchpad does seem to work better whe the laptop is in somewhat warmer settings?

I know. I am losing my mind. Also, I want my writing mojo back, goddamnit. (I'm just too...I don't know, uncomfortable to write straight-through, and I'm nervous and twitchy and I'm not entirely sure why. I think I'm feeling trapped. It's not helping.)

ETA: God, no wonder I'm feeling cold, it's a good fifteen degrees colder in this house than it is in my dorm room back at Tulane. THAT EXPLAINS A LOT. It is not just psychosomatic because of the enormous amounts of snow! I am not completely losing my mind! Just mostly. Oh, baby, work.

*in tears*

Oh, I see that my dentist will now join my orthodontist in line to hunt me down like a dog. WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO MY TEETH TO DESERVE THIS?

Between the cold, my computer, and my teeth, it will be a wonder and a mercy if I don't have a full-scale breakdown over break, rather than just the little one I'm having right this second. And forget getting anything written; at this point, I can't even use the goddamned mouse because I have gotten the USB connector thingy stuck inside the mouse Jesus Christ I hate the world so much right now.

I just want everything to goddamn work.

Why can't it do that? Why can't it just do whatever the hell it's supposed to do? WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO MAKE MY LIFE HELL?

...oh, thank you god, I have finally gotten the USB connector out of the mouse thanks to the edge on my ring. Let no one ever say that pretty jewelry is not useful. Well, gee, that's a plus. That's one teetiny high point in my life right now. I thought vacations were supposed to be an end to stress, but no. No, my winter break is specially designed to STRESS ME OUT. I would like to go back to New Orleans now, please. The problems won't go away (except for the cold), but at least they won't be in my face all the time. Except for my computer, because that is my baby and my lifeblood and WHY THE HELL ARE YOU BROKEN, BABY? WHY? I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU. I KEPT YOU BY MY SIDE DURING THAT WHOLE HELLISH JOURNEY FROM NEW ORLEANS TO ELLENSBURG AND THIS IS HOW YOU REWARD ME?

I am quite well aware of the fact that my problems are not linked to my hometown, but the fact that my touchpad started screwing up the moment I started using it at home does not really help my automatic lizard hindbrain assumption that everything is better in New Orleans and Ellensburg broke my computer.

I am not actually kidding about being in tears right now.

Seriously, if I sacrifice a goat, do you think it would help? I have friends that keep goats. OH WAIT. I can't go see them because I have no transportation, not even to the party on Tuesday, because I cannot drive, my mother is working, and my father is in Thailand.

Does the entire world hate me? I mean, really. Does the entire world hate me? Because it sure seems like it right now.

Just for the record? I am not all that rational right now. Thus the crying.