TMBG, They Might Be Giants
I woke up at 04:00 having a panic attack. The day continued the trend.
Around 05:30 I accepted that there was no way in hell I'd get any more sleep, and got up to work on my paper. And the computer crashed. Badly. I called dad at work and left a message on his machine. He got in around 08:00 and called me back. I left a message on the school IT people's machine too, but they have yet to get back to me. Bastards.
Dad and I troublesot the damn thing with no sucess until around 11:00, when I decided to lie down for a bit and study for my 13:00 final. Ick. I don't think I did so well on that final. 4 hours of sleep and 1 hour of study do not a good grade make.
Tried to troubleshoot the computer some more. Failed. Packed it up and took it to dad's. On the way there, my car decided to not have the brake lights work anymore. Yippee. Dad somehow fixed both the car and the computer. The car unfixed itself on a busy road on the way home. The computer has unfixed itself by the time I get back to my room. I called dad. He came out to school. I semi-fixed the brake lights by jiggling wires. A better fix will have to be found before I can head to the bay area. So I may be putting that off. Ack. If it weren't for Sean, I doubt I'd go at this point. Mom found me a job here, everything's getting so bloody complicated, everyone thinks I'll hate California, I can't even keep my computer and car functional without my dad's help, I'm a mess. I don't think I can go to a new city, find a job and live with strangers. It's too much. It's damn scary. And the beginning of this summer will probably be the last time I'll be able to get mom apart from Tom. But I want to be with Sean this summer too. And I do want to try living someplace other than home. It's all so confusing.
Anyway, dad came by and fixed the computer. Sort of. I'm now using his monitor and the settings are all fucked, but I can at least begin to write my semiotics paper now. It's due at 17:00 tomorrow. And I'm too tired to write it tonight.
Make it stop.
And Sean's going to call me after I finish this and brush my teeth. He's such a sweeting. I miss him.
Captain Squanky signing off