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[grindmonkeh]

From suck to blow.

Internet explore-whore kicked the mo'fro light on Sunday on my home computer, and windows98se was unable to load upon rebooting. I reinstalled the operating system and it launched successfully, but several programs were ill and many files corrupt. I've been too pharmed up to really care for the last few days, but this morning while watching American Pie 2 I partitioned my hard-drive after restoring a dozen or so corrupt system files so that I could install Partition Magic without an rpc stub error, and then saved my valuables and program/driver archives to the new partition.

I called it a day and went to sleep, but after four hours I had to get up and pop another pill. Mash was on so I watched it while I screwed around online for a bit, formatted my c drive, and reinstalled windows. It only took two episodes of mash and one of Buffy the Vampire Slayer to restore my system back to its initial state from my archives, but I realized what had missed the boat to the new partition to evade being lost in the format: my recordings. I made a conscious note to make sure to copy them, but my concentration is so fucked up that I somehow copied a goddamn shortcut instead of the directory. I pretty much flushed my guitar notebook down the toilet. My corresponding paper-notebook has the tabs for most of the music but not all. Dabfuckingnabbit. I went back to bed and woke up two hours late for work.

I'm getting frustrated and annoyed by this routine of pain-drugs-sleep-pain-drugs-sleep with work tossed in the mix. I think I've arrived at work on time once this week while the other days I've arrived two or three hours late since I have to knock myself out with vicodine and then can't wake up when the alarm goes off. If I posted consistently to livejournal lately I could just type "whine." and sum up each day, but I'd annoy myself and pity parties aren't for me. The fact that it is currently sixteen degrees outside helps to alleviate my disposition whereas if it was weather worthy of a bottle of beer and a barbecue my frustration would be tenfold. I'd like to be able to run or use my brain, but I'm blessed with the accomodations to relax until this passes.

Comments

[lunastar32.livejournal.com]

Buck up buttercup! Hope you feel better soon.

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

Buck up Buttercup?

[lunastar32.livejournal.com]

*Grins* silly man.

[talashandy.livejournal.com]

Can't you take short term disability, sick leave or something of the sort?

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

I could, but I'd rather do something than nothing. Work isn't the problem as long as no one gives me grief for being tardy.

I don't see nothing wrong with a little leave of absence.

[qiana.livejournal.com]

Yous just gonna have to take some sick leave from yo jizob. Don't put off your rest just to please erebody else. It's not like you have the sniffles, it's pretty serious. What are we all gonna do if you work yourself to death?
And, there's nofin' wrong with pity parties.

Re: I don't see nothing wrong with a little leave of absence.

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

I could have taken more time off from work, but I'd only sit at home alone and revelling in misery. I basically kill time for a living, so the only hard part is getting here (to work).

[ex-oki86.livejournal.com]

Pee dot.

Blame it on the Pee dot.

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

worms.