Everything is broken

Everything is broken

I hate it when life turns into a Dylan tune. Last night, I had a photo I wanted to put up (see above) and my scanner died. I don’t know what it is with me and scanners, but I go through one just about once a year. This was troublesome to me, because I just finished spending too much money on more frivolous things, and now this presented a real need. I the scanner for the project I’m starting tomorrow. I gave up and went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep.

When I got up for a drink around three a.m. I turned on the kitchen light. It went out immediately with a loud pop. Great. I finally got to sleep around four, and then just before the alarm was about to go off, a phone solicitor called to wake me up. I got up to check my e-mail, and then Outlook crashed. It’s done it before, but I couldn’t remember which file I needed to delete to get it to load again (outcmd.dat for future reference). So then my next phone call had to be to Microsoft support. It was much easier than I expected, and I fixed my broken e-mail in around fifteen minutes. I replaced the light bulb. Then, I went to school.

The day got better because one of my teachers is broken (sorry to say, really, but it worked out better for me). My afternoon class was cancelled due to a cold. I bought a new scanner. That’s fixed now too. There’s something really strange about spending the entire day on broken things. It’s all too familiar. It’s enough to turn you upside down.

But I usually manage to get things fixed, eventually. Except with girls, but that’s another story.

2 thoughts on “Everything is broken”

  1. This kind of a day happens to me too. When it does, the better part of valor is to just walk away. Because anything I’m likely to do just makes it worse.
    Retreat! Live to fight another day!

  2. you are funny tonight. (do you laugh?)
    maybe mercury is retrograde or something.
    i really hope that is all it is.
    i’m glad you got a new scanner as that is a lovely photo.
    those girls will be afraid when they grow up.

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