I used to have a friend that liked to work on cars. He’d tell me that the cars demanded a blood sacrifice, and, as such, he’d always be bleeding by the end of his auto-maintenance.
My PC didn’t want to POST. If you know what that is, congratulations, you are a geek. Hey, you’re reading a blog, too – double bonus, you geek! For the rest of you, it means my PC didn’t start right away and it was defying logic. What it boiled down to was me using a good computer to access the net and follow really really really simple instructions that seemed below me, but seems to have fixed the problem. The PC still is temperamental – but it boots up and that’s good enough to me.
Back to my friend, and how it relates to my new PC. It wasn’t booting, remember? I got real mad and yelled at people I love (like I always do) and they’re all in bed, and here I am, blogging. I would like to say that I’ll change my ways, but I probably won’t, just like I haven’t. It makes me miserable to make other people miserable, and I really feel sorry for anybody who knows me or otherwise has to deal with me. I’m a crummy, horrible, wretched person.
Some of you are saying, “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” but some people are saying, “Go on …”
So it boils down to this – I’m sorry I’m a fuck-up. If you don’t want to know me, I’ll find a way to deal with it, because I certainly don’t want to know me. If you can accept all the bad things about me, I swear there’s something good about me that you might miss when you don’t know me, but, like I said, I’m a horrible person, I have a really short fuse, but on the plus side, people with short fuses don’t live very long at all. So you’ll be glad to know that I’ll die before you.
Oh, and new rule – drink and build PCs. I’ll be damned if it didn’t steady my nerves. I’ll be damned if it isn’t a sin. A delicious, mind-numbing sin.
But hey, news flash, I don’t think it works that way. Even on your best day, you can’t forsee the future.
Oh boy, I think I need another drink.
Long story short, I’m sorry that I’ve fucked up for what must be the 1,000,000th time. I’d like to say that I’ll make it up to y’all (especially Sukie), but really, what you want is for me to stop fucking up and being so goddamn mad all the time. That’s not happening soon, and I’m doubly sorry for that.