In case you're wondering what happened to cause me to not comment or anything (though blogging was not disrupted) I accidentally spilled water onto my laptop. I was able to get a new one though (a huge thank you to my dad). The thing is though that I had to compromise with him because I'm no longer a teenage girl who can bat her eyelids at daddy. I will be going back on benefits and I'm going to pay him back for this. I guess fate got tired of me waiting around and forced my hand. Though this does mean that my space story is on temporary hiatus. I may be able to salvage my old hard drive, I hope, and recover my writings, but if I don't, then it means I'm going to have to rewrite. I was about five or six chapters ahead too. Fuck my fecking life. Damn water.
Even if I can salvage my hard drive it won't be for a few weeks. See there's a fancypants device you can use that will turn an internal hard drive into an external one. I used it (well my brother did) on the hard drive from my laptop before my last one. I'm hoping to be able to do it on this one too. I think the hard drive is fine it's just the circuitry that buggered up. If it dries itself out and decides it wants to live I can sell it, or find someone to give it to. It's a great machine.
This also means that I will not, I repeat not, be able to do the podcast I teased on Twitter for tomorrow. That was also on that hard drive, and no, I just don't feel like recording it again. I don't feel like doing anything. I'm not even sure I'm ready to be signing on again, to be looking for work, but life has given me little choice. I do know I need to stop wallowing in despair and do something with my fecking waste of a life. I'm a tired old man waiting around to die.
I've mentioned before I'm not too fond of the outside world, and she is not too fond of me. Sadly one cannot really live like this. Hopefully I can still become one day a published author or a journalist that works from home, but until then I need to be realistic. I also need to pay my way a bit. I don't know if I'm ready to really throw myself back out into the world but I didn't know if I was ready for the dating world, and at the behest of Jessie I did the one thing you should do in those situations, jump the fuck in feet first and mate with what you land on.
Here's hoping to God and all his minions that I will find a job I want, or at least not find one until I can make it on my own. Seems kind of a dick thing to say that. To be wishing to remain a drain on public resources. It's either that or finally snap. Oh well. At the very very least, here's hoping I survive the whole sordid experience.