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My hands and feet are *freezing* Oh, this crazy San Antonio weather!
I spent most of yesterday (and a good chunk of last night) on my hands and knees, with a toolbox, trying to fix two of our larger machines. I was racking my brains because I couldn't remember half of what I used to do to fix these suckers and I had an irrational fear that I was going to electrocute myself. Ya gotta love vendors who don't work Sundays like us poor slobs.
I am thoroughly in "funkdom." Not full-on depressed but not content. Something's brewing. I guess I will just ride it out and see where it takes me. Maybe at least I'll get some good "wah, wah, wah" poetry out of it this time. But I wouldn't count on it. ^_~
Random thought for the day: why doesn't live journal have moods like "malcontent" or "war-mongering"? I'd like to see the little kitty icons for those...
I spent most of yesterday (and a good chunk of last night) on my hands and knees, with a toolbox, trying to fix two of our larger machines. I was racking my brains because I couldn't remember half of what I used to do to fix these suckers and I had an irrational fear that I was going to electrocute myself. Ya gotta love vendors who don't work Sundays like us poor slobs.
I am thoroughly in "funkdom." Not full-on depressed but not content. Something's brewing. I guess I will just ride it out and see where it takes me. Maybe at least I'll get some good "wah, wah, wah" poetry out of it this time. But I wouldn't count on it. ^_~
Random thought for the day: why doesn't live journal have moods like "malcontent" or "war-mongering"? I'd like to see the little kitty icons for those...
