Drunken Owls and Other Delights

I think I'm going to go to bed early and just give up. It's been overall a shitty day. Tried to fix my printer and I still can't figure out what the problem is. Mr. Mailman is on my shitlist at the moment. I can't download ICQ because some damn McAfee thing is screwing with my computer and thinks the ICQ download is a dangerous virus--and I think McAfee is what's been screwing with pretty much every other program I have, as I temporarily disabled it and everything is strangely running like clockwork now. Except the printer of course. And I didn't get a damn bit of writing done, even though I meant to...I just never had the time. And when I finally went through the supposedly "BIG SUNDAY!" help wanted section for the Chronicle, I found precious little that I was either qualified or even remotely interested in. And my stress factor for not having a job is higher than usual (sorry Emm), because I'm starting to get flashbacks of being broke in Boston and I really would not rather live through that again, thank you very much. And all this negativity isn't helping me say 'hell with it, apply anyway' when I should. Oh, and note to self--put something like a book under the fold-out bookshelves, as the Roomba oddly enough keeps getting stuck underneath them. I came home and found the poor thing beeping like hell in the bedroom while its pop-off cover was wedged under the bookshelf.

Added to the fact that yes, I miss emmalyon terribly. ;)

On a positive note, I have an interview with Adecco tomorrow, so hopefully tomorrow will be that much better...

*sigh* I'm tired and I give up for the day.

Going to get into my jammies now and read about Russian Gulags. Night, all.