It's dead, Jim.

[sistawendy]

It all starts yesterday at 11:15 when Her Nibs calls and tells me the home machine won't boot. She got a blue screen telling her to reboot. I'm thinking boot sector virus, which is unlikely because neither of us are stoopit about mail and I have a firewall. It turns out after I bus home that I can neither fix the boot sector nor reinstall Windows.

Uh oh.

So, I spend the rest of the afternoon buying & installing a new C drive, and reinstalling all the software. (There was a brief heart stoppage while the OS couldn't find my other drive, but we're cool now.) Her Nibs works out of the house and said she needed e-mail that afternoon, and I did it. Go me.

I spend the evening squashing vixyish, and unwinding by way of shmoozing at the Merc. (Yeaux to the shmozees -- you know who you are.) I get home at a reasonable hour, but then proceed to stay up until 2:30 installing more apps.

Why, Bob, why? OK, I know why: I'm butt-clenchingly ANAL! Ahem.

Does it seem to you that everybody's sleeping less lately? It's that time of year. And not a minute too soon.

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I'm almost approximating a normal sleep cycle for the first time in years, myself. :)