oh, how the ghost of you clings...
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
koncupiscenceoh, beloved flisters, i have missed you. one week ago today, my computer came down with a nasty virus. it's my fault, really. i hadn't updated the virus protection in a long time and i continued to use ie. two not very good things.
i handed my computer over to my brother to work his voodoo magic, but i faced the long FOUR-DAY WEEKEND with not an intertube in sight. :((( i felt so lost, and yet HELLO PRODUCTIVITY. i cleaned like i've never cleaned before. :p and i read! oh, how i read. comics comics comics. i finished the first volume of angel: after the fall, read umbrella academy's dallas #2, and got a little over halfway through the watchmen. which ps, how the hell did they make all of that into a movie?! THERE'S SO MUCH. TOO MUCH. it makes me nervous for what got the axe.
the only outlet i had to the outside world was twitter. but i couldn't even turn on my phone alerts bc i don't have unlimited txting. :((( and then i came in to work on monday morning, itching to get my hands on you guys, only to discover that not only had our printer/fax died over the weekend, but our INTERNET WAS BROKEN AS WELL. /o\ fail, universe, fail. we finally got everything up and running late yesterday afternoon, and my computer seems to be back in business too. though really, only time and use will tell. fingers crossed for the long weekend coming up.
as for the last week, i had a lovely christmas with the family; watched the extended editions of both fellowship and two towers on a gigantor screen (we will hopefully conclude with rotk this weekend), and i cried at parts for the first time in a long time, esp over boromir's death; baked cookies and ate tons; watched most of buffy, season two; saw milk and cried a little more.
one early morning, i also had two mcr dreams. in the first i made an ass out of myself in front of gerard. in the second, i was at frank's house and managed to trip and fall into a curtain, tumbling to the ground and wrapping myself up like a burrito in such a comical fashion that i WOKE MYSELF UP LAUGHING. oh, krit. even in your dreams you are laaaaame. /o\
happy almost new year's, flist! i hope this week has treated you well. i know it started out pretty rough for some of you. <3 <3 catch up this weekend. *flops, flops*
i handed my computer over to my brother to work his voodoo magic, but i faced the long FOUR-DAY WEEKEND with not an intertube in sight. :((( i felt so lost, and yet HELLO PRODUCTIVITY. i cleaned like i've never cleaned before. :p and i read! oh, how i read. comics comics comics. i finished the first volume of angel: after the fall, read umbrella academy's dallas #2, and got a little over halfway through the watchmen. which ps, how the hell did they make all of that into a movie?! THERE'S SO MUCH. TOO MUCH. it makes me nervous for what got the axe.
the only outlet i had to the outside world was twitter. but i couldn't even turn on my phone alerts bc i don't have unlimited txting. :((( and then i came in to work on monday morning, itching to get my hands on you guys, only to discover that not only had our printer/fax died over the weekend, but our INTERNET WAS BROKEN AS WELL. /o\ fail, universe, fail. we finally got everything up and running late yesterday afternoon, and my computer seems to be back in business too. though really, only time and use will tell. fingers crossed for the long weekend coming up.
as for the last week, i had a lovely christmas with the family; watched the extended editions of both fellowship and two towers on a gigantor screen (we will hopefully conclude with rotk this weekend), and i cried at parts for the first time in a long time, esp over boromir's death; baked cookies and ate tons; watched most of buffy, season two; saw milk and cried a little more.
one early morning, i also had two mcr dreams. in the first i made an ass out of myself in front of gerard. in the second, i was at frank's house and managed to trip and fall into a curtain, tumbling to the ground and wrapping myself up like a burrito in such a comical fashion that i WOKE MYSELF UP LAUGHING. oh, krit. even in your dreams you are laaaaame. /o\
happy almost new year's, flist! i hope this week has treated you well. i know it started out pretty rough for some of you. <3 <3 catch up this weekend. *flops, flops*