One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

Sounds like half a corporate slogan, doesn’t it? I’m sick to death of the goddamn computer business. Sick to fucking death of it. I think I’m going to give up all my hardware and go live in the mountains with a guitar and a lifetime suppy of yellow-pads and hang out and write beautiful poetry and music about the wonder of the mountains and the beauty inherent in the squirrel or shit like that.

No, really.

But seriously folks, this week is sucking complete ass. My tooth hurts like all fucking hell, so I’m going to have to go back to the dentist so he can fix up the shit that he didn’t fix before. My monitor fritzed out on Monday afternoon, seemingly at random, so now I need a new fucking display. On top of it all, I can’t seem to get the folks in charge of the next step of my job application process to give me a call back. I guess I may be going back to school yet again.