Cool thing in my userinfo today:

Feeling crummy. . . .

OK, so my head hurts. I’ve got cramps (deal with it) and a sore, and I swear, I think I’ve got the goddamn chills. Ugh!

Of course I’m feeling sick– I’m going out to Missour tomorrow! Heavens forbid I might actually be healthy when I go see my family. Oh, no. Have to be sick as a dog– as usual!

Damn.

Virtual Model

Me now
Me at my ideal weight
Make your own model at http://www.myvirtualmodel.com.

2 weeks off.

Well, my 2-week unpaid vacation is coming up, and I’m making all my nefarious plans. . . .

August 23-28: Go visit the family in Missouri, and be there for Austin’s birthday party.
August 29: Recover from trip (I get in late Wednesday, so I want to relax for a day!)
August 30: Allegro’s vet at 11:30, Study Group at 1, ConJose at night.
August 31-Sept. 2: ConJose (WorldCon)

And that’s it. I have no plans yet for Sept. 3 through 8. Probably run my game on the 7th, get back into our regularly-scheduled programming.

I am debating my options:

  • spending 5 days playing Everwinter Nights or PS2 or Baldur’s Gate
  • answering requests in LiveJournal support
  • writing
  • studying for the exam (this is what I probably should do!
  • painting the other bathroom.

Cussing at Work

OK, I am usually pretty reserved at work, despite how I am in real life. In real/personal life, the word “fuck” rolls off of my tongue like a stacatto lash, a bit of verbal violence that may be applied to everything from trying to open resistant packaging to stripping a screw while trying to remove it. Sometimes it is a bite, as when relieving the tension of a frustrating day. Sometimes it is a caress, as when describing a particularly amusing part of life that’s just “all fucked up.”

But at work, I try not to do that, because I don’t want to lose my job when someone decides that they really don’t need a crass woman who can make sailors blush working in their dept.

Today, however, I am getting this throbbing headache, and am very close to screaming “Why the fuck doesn’t it just work, goddamnit!!!”

Why, you may ask? What could possibly be so aggravating that it would turn a normally mild-mannered young woman into a screaming demon of vitriol and hatred?

Framemaker 7.

Yes, the long-awaited upgrade is finally on my computer, and all I can say is “fuck.” As in, it’s totally fucked up and it’s totally fucking with me. My frustration level is sky-high. I can’t figure out how to do anything with it. I’m going to have to spend 3 days reading the goddamn manual, because they couldn’t figure out that when I press the “Return” key, I am not trying to put in a new frame, but am in fact trying to do what it does in the “unstructured” version, which is to INSERT A FUCKING PARAGRAPH!!!

If anyone out there in LiveJournal-land has a really great FrameMaker 7 tutorial available, please let me know. I’m getting to my wits end.