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*head desk*

I’ve done it again!

For those of you new here, I’m horrible with electronic things, so every so often, for no reason other than I look at it wrong, something expensive breaks.

This time it was two different things.

The first is the bratlet’s MP3 player he received for Christmas. It has “High School Musical” on it, but he was sick of it, and asked for some of my cooler stuff (he’s getting into Greenday and Oasis yeah!). Anyhow, the darn thing is a little one that plugs right into a USB port. Plugged it in and nada… zip… nothing, not even the little bing the computer makes when you plug in a USB device.

So I take it into work thinking it just might not be compatible with the Vista software on my lap top (since Vista {or maybe it’s just my lap top} doesn’t really work with shite). Plugged it into the computer at work… nothing again. Boss man grabbed it from me, muttering something about how I curse electronic stuff under his breath, and low and behold his lap top recognized it. BUT – yea, there is always a but with me – he couldn’t move any files to it. So he took it out, and tried to insert it again. NOTHING again.

Of course, by this time I grimacing because… well, I’m cursed I tell ya. Computer Guru now has it in his hot little hands (I bet he’s laughing his ass off at me too), and said he’d take a look at it tonight when he got home. Ten to one, I’ll come in tomorrow and Clint (computer guru) will tell me it’s fucked – it’s just that sort of week.

To cap everything off – I killed my dryer this weekend. Or rather, it died a slow and painful death over the last three weeks. The belt broke on it about 3 weeks ago. I replaced it (and let me tell you, putting a new belt on a dryer is no frigging picnic), only to have it barely dry the clothes. Oh it would get the whole laundry room hotter than a sauna, but the clothes themselves would be damp and require another run through. I’d just been drying them once, and then line drying them the rest of the way.

Well, yesterday it decided not to heat up at all. Nincompoop (little brother), said “Oh it’s the heating element – and easy to fix, just call around and get an estimate on a new part.”

Turns out, gas dryers don’t have a heating element. It’s either the ignition or the coils. In either case, that’s fucked too. Good news is, Best Buy has a brand new gas dryer for only $229.99… just have to figure out how to get it from there (about a 35 minute drive away) to here. Hmmm I wonder if Boss man will let me borrow the work truck on Wednesday (since he’s in Southfield with it tomorrow).

Oh, and to cap everything off, I lost my stupid flash drive – AGAIN! Yes, I am a moron. And yes, it had my entire, long ass, incredibly detailed, Prophecy post, the newest installment of An Unconventional Moment, and the half written chapter 12 to Tomorrow’s Appeal.

*head desk*

The good news is the kittens are fine – loud big – and turning furry. The little two (short haired white ones) have opened their eyes and the little fat long haired one is just starting to open hers.

Bratlet is desperately trying to convince me we need to keep them – he’s in the land of denial cause we ain’t keeping them. If I had my way, we’d be down to just my older cat Morganna – no Cinnamon (idiot dog from hell), no Loki, no Karma, and no frigging kittens.

Yeah, I’m mean like that.

And man, I must really be stupid because semagic doesn’t work for me anymore. Bleh. Good thing lj back up does.

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