When the computer hates you.

My computer is broken again.

I never noticed how incredibly incommunicado it makes me feel. It's like an itch I can't scratch, knowing a lot of things are happening here and I'm missing them all. Missing fics, podbooks, fandom stuff... I feel horrible.

And I miss you, guys. I miss you so much! You make my life so much bright it's not even funny. My Real Life friends, I can always reach by phone, but you... I miss you!

I try not to think about all the things I still have to do. I have to write the freaking sequel of doom, (and I'm not going to dwell on the fact that now that iIcan't write is when I feel all inspired, the irony is killing me!) I have a few covers to finish and a fic I was halfway beta-ing for a lovely friend. This sucks so hard!!!!!

I have a computer for work, but it doesn't have internet, so right now I'm posting from the husband's laptop while he brushes his teeth. He refuses to leave it here with me, though I offered him cookies, sex and even sex-cookies. He's one of those responsible guys, the one that like their jobs and don't like to play hooky, damn him all to hell.

The computer is supposed to be operative again in a week or so. I'll see you then, I hope.